I hear the beating of a heart. My heart

Рубер Соул
I hear the music of the wind,
I listen to the birds of sing.
I hear the beating of a heart.
My heart.

I hear the creaking of the old floorboards.
I can see from the Windows unknown world,
I can hear how the roaring sea
to start

Can see the boiling lava flows
Hurricane tsunamis storm

Leaving the ground beneath her feet
Is not found on the street

Now human pleas Home planet sings
Wiping off the face of all living things

World the government of lies
In fact, each with each other fights.

The illusion of a paint wheels
every little bit but steals

Only plowed mechanism
Democracy. Capitalism.

I hear the music of the wind,
I listen to the birds of sing.
I hear the beating of a heart.
My heart

I hear the creaking of the old floorboards.
I can see from the Windows unknown world,
I can hear how the roaring sea
to start


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