Текст и слова песни Minsk – Three Hours
Three hours.
Time devours life’s foundation.
Familiarity
He has known this fate before.
Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster.
A theoretical dream.
It all returns to stab and pierce again
Time devours life’s foundation.
Familiarity
He has known this fate before.
Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster.
A theoretical dream.
It all returns to stab and pierce again
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