quinta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2013


"The time has come.

Let's try to balance on the roofs.

The city's shaking,

streetlights are turning red.

We believe in nothing,

our rage erupts into

brightest lightnings.

All I want:

is to stay with you.

Fly birdie, fly

Fly birdie, fly

There is no truth.

Fly birdie, fly "

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