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When we rebuild the room they have taken from us, when another crises comes in cold weather, you will be alone, equal sacrifices to afford happiness, children of a time that does not return. Mature a mature mind me, mind me, mind me, mind me, mind me, come immune come le voice me, come the abiate come je jeà pace fa. pigeon ci abià porta di porta di quto je corso, party di me, si reende indefinito, If we will rebuild the room they have taken from us, if the cold season comes along with another crises, you will be alone, facial victim, too proud to give up your old life. at a high cost for your old life.

Slave who are faithful to heaven, children of ages who will never come again. Remember the days when you'll be gone, the days when you'll repent of what you' been through. Thinking about how you imagined your life, how you got rid of it. Where this road took us.

Endlessly, it begins at the seaside, the feeling is like a constant loss of imagination. We will remember this feeling of symbolic revolt, we, trapped in a corner, fight enemies with distorted faces, and no, we won't give up, we won't let hatred be consumed from within.

ENG: We will think again about this feeling of symbolism of uprising. No, we don't surrender, don't let hatred be consumed from within. the worst substance of mine. of a vital hatred, for those who have never given us space. of those who have never given us space or pity. of those who have never given us space or pity. of those who have never given us space or pity. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity us. of those who have never given space or pity for those who have never had pity or pity for them. of those who have never had pity for us. of those who have never had pity. of those who have been a single moment that has shaken everything.

{\pos (192,210)}Every silent darkness that has passed carries the deepest thoughts. Harassment in the name of evolution, hate for who has never given us a way. With whom we have never had grace with us. Time and again we have pointless unanswered question, ignoring illrational thoughts and emotions and learn how to live our life.

There is still nothing in our palms, nothing that comes from memory, a proud win that is ignored by the computer monitor, the singular instant that shaken everything. Name of the track: Postmodernism is inhabited by stupid fuckers, as it was in the past and as it will be in the later years. Strengthens any emotions it blows into the heavens.

Name of the track: When everything seems right, when the path seems clear and clear, when we think that we are home safely. Perhaps you will never ever know of us, perhaps you will simply see it in an image, blurry and confused in blurry strokes, gorgeous and unquenchable mirror image of another era. without realizing that it was something else of yours, something new and different of yours. like every instant leaving a trace on your hide, that your troubles can be solved, that your waiting period is that the lilac ocean does not stay a shallow plank, nor, except yourself, that runs to encounter another wish for rebirth.

Name of the track: Live ruthlessly, without awaiting new colors, better places. Name of the track: The time has finally come to rediscover us animals, to drown us in hatred and indifference, to close the doors for those who want to come to us for fear that our well-being will leave us. We shall account to our children for our own crime, for the crime of our time.

Our life is in the Middle Ages, only in the Middle Ages, and we earn the most from all those things of the past. Name of the track: Monolithic Like puzzled emotion flowing along the banks of a stream, looking and letting go, looking and letting go, looking and letting go. Lying as bewildered emotion flowing along the stream, I let them go - I let them go and let them go.

Tranquillity and a sense of powerlessness prevail, which I cannot do. Obvious estrangement that gradually swallows up, deaf-blind hatred that does not want to disappear, I am in a state of equilibrium between two branches. It is not clear how difficult it is for me to move every single one of these nights and every single one of these days and every single one of these nights.

Every time I hear a heartbeat, the terror of the worid devouring itself swallows me up.

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