1
Every day is known.
Every light is thrown.
Every night is long.
Every life is wrong.
2
Every thought is song.
Every breath is strong.
Every coming second
Has already gone.
Chorus:
I want to be there.
I want to be nowhere.
Where music never stops.
Where I hear the beating of kind hearts…
Where I feel the beating of kind hearts.
Kind hearts
© Copyright: Карпинский Иван, 2012
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