The lamp without the light.
Calendar with a lie.
And if you wanna say something to me
It’s your time.
The sound’s getting worse.
The silence’s getting noise.
It’s when you dropped the glass of wine
The moment is not fine
It’s not your crime
The cabin in the black, the bullet in the gun
So quiet that I hear the subway vagon on run
It’s not a fun
The regiments on the square, the black unhappy end
And there are only dial-tones in my telephone again
The caller’s gone
And somewhere shut the door.
And somehow broke the lines.
Hello, we’re gonna happy be again – and all the times.
Hello, we’re gonna happy be again – and all the times.
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