Music in my blood, you can't to change it,
It won't be burned by fire and it won't be killed,
It won't be written in texts, it won't be written in words
Music pleases all peoples in over the world.
It sounds in ears days without a break,
When are raining and in hot day,
When sadly or you want sleep,
It will play to keep, it will play to keep…
It gives rest and excites a brain
Nobody will pass this bridge again
You can't banish it from yourself,
Music in your blood, you should to save.
In your hands you hold a cold knife
As if you cut on a body to the live
Again “play”, the player has a lot of tracks,
Do above loudness, we press on gas.
Mass defeat, world hypnosis
We sink in abyss of tracks - new doses
Music will sound and music sounded
Music sounds, and nobody will stop it.
Music in my blood
© Copyright: Утомленный Закат, 2012
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