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His bad aim with the keys
He announces a bstard behind the door
With wolf skin and cowardly heart
With more than a thousand reasons to hate him.
A wood creaks down the corridor
Just as the soul of that mother sounds
Because he does not hit with an open hand,
It's something he learned well from his father.
She takes a knife and does not know what to do
She takes a knife and does not know what to do
Husband and wife until death separates them
And she hopes it comes from her hand
Because he went to the law and the law gave him the other lao
Moraos are not enough
(…)
He just feels safe
Sewing the heart to his fist
A man who fights up to the wind
Well, he knows that he's just shit inside.
But the road returned the ostia
Recording that moment in his memory
Moment when he did not control his hand
Drowning what he had killed a long time ago.
She takes a knife and does not know what to do
She takes a knife and does not know what to do
Husband and wife until death separates them
And she hopes it comes from her hand
Because he went to the law and the law gave him the other lao
Moraos are not enough
(…)
Husband and wife until death separates them
And she hopes it comes from her hand
Because he went to the law and the law gave him the other lao
Moraos are not enough
(…)
And he was not afraid of death
And he left so smiling
It was the last time he cried
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