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However Somewhere.

The air filled with desease
silent screams, that no one hears
It Seems to me there have never been life

Only grey concrete
Only broken faith, that killed
Reflections of the golden years and might

However somewhere
The beating of the heart
Will breake the silent wall
And start the new world

The First cautious breath
The First carefull touch
Will be the point of
Beginning of new life

The wind's tearing remains
Of the past days
The sun's burning the land
The woods [bad word] sands

The silence has won
All the pretty things have gone
There is no point, no chance
To start to breathe again.

However somewhere
The beating of the heart
Will breake the silent wall
And start the new world

The First cautious breath
The First carefull touch
Will be the point of
Beginning of new life

The new sprouts of life
Will grow through the stone
Will be reaching the sky
Will be reaching the sun

They will enjoy the air
That filled with the death
They were born to live
They were born to stand