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I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"

I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds
I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds

My soul from branch to branch in the chest
Roars and mosques, eager to meet
To hug your shoulders
My soul from branch to branch in the chest
Pray again in the temple on the blood
Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
Bad people are good at doing good things.
What will happen to our Shangri La
If you hurt me like that

Somehow not very, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"

I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds
I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds

I'm glad I could call a couple of people friends.
A couple of friends are enemies, sometimes everything is upside down
Instead of a hundred days, it became more accessible to me.
Kind sadness under MDMA
You dial me - "Hello, hello, how are you?"
And for all I'm sorry, my argument is the facts.
We are not on the way, another Rh factor
I somehow ...

I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds
I somehow do not really, the soul is bleeding
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds

Somehow not very (I somehow not very)
The soul is bleeding (the soul is bleeding)
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds (torn to shreds)
I somehow not very (I somehow not very)
The soul is bleeding (the soul is bleeding)
Without our "hello", without our "bye"
Torn to shreds (torn to shreds)