умер шут, он воровал минуты
What is the measure of the common man
No deeds to share
Gifts to compare
When all I have it rests in on ticking hands
I have my ways
Descent delayed
And I have tried to make you see
A brighter hue
But deep down I know I’ll be
Forever blue
...
No deeds to share
Gifts to compare
When all I have it rests in on ticking hands
I have my ways
Descent delayed
And I have tried to make you see
A brighter hue
But deep down I know I’ll be
Forever blue
...