When the wounds heal and the pain goes away, and the fate stops pouring salt on them in the end, we will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. Happiness, joy, sadness, pain, love, equality, hatred, when everything goes to shit because the stove can't burn out. The pressure is rising, they've been standing there more than once, sometimes there's no breath, even if a man is made of steel. What the creature builds, the demons want to destroy, and the fire that burns can be extinguished so easily. You won't feel it until you burn yourself, because even looking at the sky, you have toxins on your face. You can't see with the naked eye what's burning around you, today there's no courage, that's why the world is deceived. You hit the waves with a broken feather, I know this feeling well, when you fight on the front, the world is so beautiful. Only people are liars, you give your hand, and the waves, when they reach you, cover the dust. This is what you dream about in life, the most important shelter in which you can heal the wounds. When the wounds heal and the pain goes away, and the fate stops pouring salt on them in the end, we will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. It won't go to waste, it's a hard work, the distance between us will be close. We will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. When the wounds heal and the pain goes away, and the fate stops pouring salt on them in the end, we will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. It won't go to waste, it's a hard work, the distance between us will be close. We will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. You appreciate the loss, which is important in your life. Satan often dictates the imagination to people. This imagined image is not always right. Entering this deck, you leave unknown. Not one has it fucked up here, more, not one, less. Not one, because I want to, and others don't. You have to have this faith, when it's bad, and you never give up for any price. Time heals wounds, why mine don't heal? These fucked-up whores always fuck someone up. My brothers and sisters, your health is whiskey with cola. Because often we are not given what others can. Let the wind blow in the sails and help the flow of the way. And the words written down, let them be with you. Although I'm not there now, I'm right next to you. I light a candle here to all our enemies. When the wounds heal and the pain goes away, and the fate stops pouring salt on them in the end, we will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. It won't go to waste, put in this work. The cross will be to me when I find our ways. We will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. When the wounds heal and the pain goes away, and the fate stops pouring salt on them in the end, we will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be. It won't go to waste, put in this work. The cross will be to me when I find our ways. We will all stand here together again, it will be just like it used to be.