The moon has come and killed the sun.
Take off your glasses and just run.
A crying land, a perfect crime.
My heart is bleeding all the time.
Don`t look at me, don`t touch my hand.
Don`t scream, don`t fight, this is the end.
This wind will take my tears away.
I can`t go on and I will pray.
My lips are cutting with the Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2019
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