Fate is a strange ... Curious about all I knew All what I read and heard Oddity of all life ... They regurgitate strange dream Regurgitate I was younger ... Skinh instilled in words Words similar to my words ... This mimicry ... Erhgueni ... and tired soul ĂĘÚČäÜí until death This tradition unjust ... Does not understand the meaning of life Do not take into account the heart ..... Exhausted by the rigors of years Ignored by the hand of fate He lived in isolation for years .. And here I am now ... I walk in the steps jumble .. It has escaped me years I missed that I live ... I missed that I live in moments I left it stolen Ive seen my voice assassinates Even echo .. took me ... But did not leave me .. The remnants of the heart neglected Photos overwhelmed by memories Not only leaves ... Scattered remains of the spirit .. Above the torn pages Fate is a strange ... Curious about everything I know about everything Ive read and heard about all the oddity . Strange dream and regurgitate regurgitate for the knife ... you have instilled in words like my words ... This mimicry ... Exhausted me . Tire and spiritual tradition of the unjust to death ... Does not understand the meaning of life does not take heart . Years of severe neglect weary otherwise fates and lived in isolation for years . And Im here now ... I walk where I get stuck in the steps that had escaped me years I missed the live ... I missed that I live where I saw the stolen moments left even assassinate vocal echo . I took it from me ... Did not leave me . Wenet been burdened by memories of the neglected left only ... The spirit is still scattered . Torn pages ( translation Bing ) Fate is a strange ... Curious about all I knew All what I read and heard Oddity of all life ... They regurgitate strange dream Regurgitate I was younger ... Skinh instilled in words Words similar to my words ... This mimicry ... Erhgueni ... and tired soul ĂĘÚČäÜí until death This tradition unjust ... Does not understand the meaning of life Do not take into account the heart ..... Exhausted by the rigors of years Ignored by the hand of fate He lived in isolation for years .. And here I am now ... I walk in the steps jumble .. It has escaped me years I missed that I live ... I missed that I live in moments I left it stolen Ive seen my voice assassinates Even echo .. took me ... But did not leave me .. The remnants of the heart neglected Photos overwhelmed by memories Not only leaves ... Scattered remains of the spirit .. Above the torn pages
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