Текст песни PROTUBERANEZz - Депрессия Опустошение

Poetry of solitude

Where mighty slender pines
In silence see beautiful dreams;
There is a memory of the past
And moss raise the coronal stumps.

Where the roots of oak spread
Dust century-old asslaved on them.
There is a possibility of the world,
And with the gray days pass by ...

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