The freedom wind blows in the face
My fire burnt in moment sense
Calendar kills the day with sheet
This gloomy day, all empty dreams
Look to the future... What is it?
Your dawn is burning far away
Lets waiting for and let unbreak
The latter sheet, the latter day
The freedom wind blows in the face
My fire burnt in moment sense
I have already broke the ring
Which prisoned our freedom wing
The wind of freedom
© Copyright: Алена Мельник, 2009
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