None of the humans would stand any longer,
Though I have seen it not once and not twice,
We have been speaking one language in cries -
Leave me behind to become somehow stronger!
Cunla's not here nor today, nor tomorrow.
You must be mad, she won't come any more...
You must be lucky avoiding this sorrow,
I could be happy, but am I? Or no?
Way behind в соавторстве с Walhe
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