I Pilot Dæmon - The bluish fennecs [cutted] | Текст песни

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We have chosen immersion
Raise temples with pebbles
Let heartbeats write idioms
The dawn is coming, we are simply laughing...sitting in the mood
We hear a voice who tell that gold is in our hands but we need a magician
And love can be in our steps only if we leave it
It
Here
We are always beautiful in high contrasts...