My life is the shooting-range:
At first nothing, then all…
My love, oh, it’s very strange:
At first flameing, then cold...
(Chorus)
I believe that I live,
I believe, oh, I believe.
I thought I control my sense:
Now I’m laughing then cry…
I know, I am inconstant,
At first say true, then lie.
(Chorus)
I believe I will live,
I believe, oh, I believe.
I know I am not all-might:
Now I live, then I’ll die…
(Chorus)
I believed I would live,
I believed, oh, I believed…
I Believe
© Copyright: Карина Бондаренко, 2009
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