U.Hills
Léonard SZAKOW
This pain, I kept it all
You think, it's not hard to hold
You praise for truth
But I pray for peace
You speak of life
But death I recall, death I have to carry
Your rage, I take it all
I had a lot more to cope
I (This burden of) won't (a memory is) indulge your scene
Sign (our shield that I) of (that I have to carry) a childish belief
I have to carry
I have to carry
I have to carry
I have to carry
Carry it
Carry it
Carry it
Carry it
To hide it
To hold it
To let it
Destroy me
To bury
All that bliss
Inside me
Inside him
All this zeal
To Blurry
To earn the
Place I reaped
To carry
To carry
To carry
To carry
