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Текст (слова) песни: V.i.p.s. - Tree Of The Fate
My great fear from where it comes?
And where it goes out, I don`t know.
It`s look like sand in a bosom.
It`s look like burning hair.
My great fear from where it comes
And where it goes out, I don`t know.
May be the north wind brings
it with itself
And maybe I`m a tree
And maybe I`m fate, I`m fate.
It`s look like sand in a bosom.
It`s look like burning hair.
Maybe I drink it with water
running from my vein.
And maybe I`m a tree
And maybe I`m fate, I`m fate.
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