Hundred times around
Always the same lap
Pendulum is swinging
Splattering the blood
There is no hesitation
It thirsts a hundred years
And when at last it drowns
Answer true and clear
Where are you?
Just tell me where are you?
Where are you?
Hey, tell me where are you?
So tell me if I have to wait
Those who still didn’t learn to fly away
While looking at the bright sun
Sees only light
No need to look for the meaning of life
I will burn all the books in the fire
Those old books don’t know things about you
Do you hear my scream
Tell me the truth
Kevin Rinta
Where are you?
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