When my music speaks with me…
It’s conquered hole my feel…
When my music speaks with me….
All of people say: « you are ill».
But the voice in my mind
Sad that I can’t live without,
Sad: « if you can’t be so kind…»
But this whisper is so loud.
And I’m waiting for advice,
But the music’s singing song…
And I see another rise
Which concludes are so long…
when my music...
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