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"Chronicle of Knowledge"

Truck:

There is not much left, all that said: fables, mental whim ... drop into a sketch, everything is blurry ... We fall down! Where did we led us? None, why are we here? A drop of lemon, will kill romance inside!

All the eyes that once burned, you killed with your reflection! As if a loop on the neck, and it is a matter with the end ... Here it is a chronicle of offers, here they are knowledge that you passed on the day, a young man, with grief, in exile! Not! Enough, only faith and excuses!

After all, under your onslaught fell to his knees, enough polemic, really tired, listen to all your nonsense, that I must ask for forgiveness! Without strength in communication, somehow uneasy ... But I will keep everything I owe, I will not tell you where I will hide " Chronicle of appeal "!

Chorus:

Why did we cross the bridges? What were we built ... Where did those days go? (Say!) In which they hid the chronicle of knowledge?

2 verse:

Life is such a thing, controls us as it wants,

Let's give her a rebuff together, see how others will jump?

This is our emphasizing, and we ourselves will decide what to do! But looking at your eyes, I begin to understand that you do not want to be next to me!

Tell me why we killed the time that now not to return? The wrong age is already understanding, you will have to start a rebuild, and all the confusion between us, will not come out further than me, I promise, no one will suffer ... until I am alive, I give my own word !

All that was between us would not be awakened by me, forgive the campaign not to return anything, the farewell period and overtook us! All I knew about you, no one else will know, so I will save, this chronicle of knowledge!

Chorus:

Why did we cross the bridges? What were we built ... Where did the days in which the Knowledge Chronicle went?