What the.
What the.
I'm dead
I'm dead
What a man
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Jaga, jaga
What a man
What a man
What a man
Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense
No songs left without anyone
Those who come, go unnecessarily Those who fly,
fly without a fare
The lifeless,
the pitiful,
without a symbol Even their conscience is without food
The weak are beaten for no reason The world is without destiny,
without blessings
The oppressors are asking for mercy Godless is asking for mercy
Who is here, what is wrong with you?
The lowlives believe in one day
The poor are getting old for no reason There is hope,
trust is a bad sin
Sculptures are a symbol of humanity If there is no noise around,
what is this?
The sea is without you, the sea
Frost from ONE side The world went bad
Frost from one side
The seedling world without you
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