My heart flies on her wings Now I'm crying, the moon so red Tomorrow shall be yet another hell To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed Blows pass me (I'm)
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Sahara"] My heart flies on her wings Now I'm crying, the moon so red Tomorrow shall be yet another hell To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed Blows pass
My heart flies on her wings Now I'm crying, the moon so red Tomorrow shall be yet another hell To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed Blows pass me (I'm