prelude

Сергей Седаков
Prelude

I wanna feel the rythm
Beautiful melodies
I want this song stuck in my head
without it i`d rather be dead
this type of madness that can not be cured
anything is pure.

the war makes no sence without you.
life is a kind of a prelude
what am i looking for?
what can i behold?
i`m knocking on the door!
we never gonna win this

war makes no sence without you.
war makes no sence without you.
war makes no sence without you.
this war makes no sence without you.

so hard to explain
i`m getting used to loving my wonderfull pain.
i know this letter will never be sent
winter comes up to the end
this sort of madness that can not be cured
anything is pure.

this war makes no sence without you.
war makes no sence without you.
war makes no sence without you.
this war makes no sence without you.


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