& nbsp;!
The cold light of the stars
It'll hit you in the eye again.
Without interrupting the void,
Suddenly a tear will be shed
Life will end soon,
It is a pity that there is no other.
Thick darkness
Between you and me.
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Chorus;
And your life-
Playing for the King
And my life-
Mystery or mystery.
You risk it,
I won't say Ty,
And maybe everything
It will end sadly.
& nbsp;!!
Too bad: all the locks are yours:
Those that are only made of sand,
In a moment they were scattered and
No new ones, but for now
You're still dreaming,
But reality is not.
Well, Wake up, look
How good white light is.
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; CHORUS
And your life-
Playing for the King.
And my life-
Mystery or mystery.
You risk it,
I won't say Ty,
And maybe everything
It will end sadly.
And my life. Song. Helga s Paradise
© Copyright: Светлана Станиславовна Агафонова, 2020
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