Winds howl, sweeping away the trail,
Torn clouds hide the horizon.
I hear the echo of those past years,
Where every step is like a new front.
The heart beats like a drum,
We danced on the edge of the earth.
Припев
This is our shrapnel serenade!
Shards of feelings fly through the emptiness.
We don't need anything more from fate,
Only to hold this height!
Your eyes burned in the dark,
Words pierced like a steel blade.
We were right in our rightness,
But everyone learned their angry lesson.
The heart beats like a drum,
We danced on the edge of the earth.
Припев
This is our shrapnel serenade!
Shards of feelings fly through the emptiness.
We don't need anything more from fate,
Only to hold this height!
Serenade...
Through the emptiness...
Shrapnel Serenade
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