умер шут, он воровал минуты
Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen white roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
...
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen white roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
...