I lay down in the blood river
Under madness blood sun
In the dephts of blue veins
All had been as I had decided
My pale skin extremly cold
In empty chest extremly tight
Its my unforgivenable fault
That spring will never come
The spring will never come to the hell
The spring will never come to the hell
The spring will never come to the hell
Spring in hell
Im so sorry for my suicide
But not my sick in oblivion bones
Not my my sorrow silent voice
And not my lovely-bloody face
Will not force spring to come to the hell
The spring will never come to the hell
The spring will never come to the hell
The spring will never come to the hell
Spring in hell
Spring in hell
Spring in hell
(шепот)
Spring in hell
Spring in hell
Spring in hell
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