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The Endless Song Of One Day

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.10.2012

Soon! The end of everything comes,
heavens will oscillate,
the sun and the moon will become bloodshot
very soon! Whole terrestrial system will fail,
book with the light will be taken away
from the surface one day!

We don't know when it will happen
We don't know when everything will change...

Now! All of us have the chance
to let out in ourselves all the best, the light
God will help us, be sure
so steady your gaze on him
God will help us be sure, believe me
God will help us to die for the weaked deeds and desires!

Time's running out quickly off our hands,
Time's running out off our hands!

The people vanish in a darkness of night,
she's sucking them up, to the next morning
to come later again, to begin it all over
day by day, everything repeats but it disappeares
forever for someone in one moment
the star of life is fading away
the endess song of one day comes to the end...

Now we all have the chance
to walk through this life to the end
with God hand by hand, to the end


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