It's a beautiful place
It's a beautiful night
We're running through the stars
We're not touching all that ground.
Let find us in a severe place
We don't need any more that grace
Let's embrace all that love
Let's set finally free that golden dove.
It's a beautiful place
It's a beautiful night
We're running through the stars
We're not touching all that ground.
That ennui now is so far
Oh God, can't believe -
I can hear the End of the War!
Let us forget all disgrace
But our hands can still feel the chain's breath
Now it's time to collect piece by piece my scattered soul -
Deep in my heart that was my precious goal.
The End of the War
© Copyright: Аня Маленко, 2016
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