Ужас, летящий на крыльях из стали (с) Раймус Айсбридж
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Take my love. Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free.
You can’t take the sky from me.

N/I

Тысячами незримых нитей обвивает тебя Закон. Разрубишь одну - преступник. Десять - смертник. Все - Бог!

Ужас, летящий на крыльях из стали (с) Раймус Айсбридж
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Take my love. Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free.
You can’t take the sky from me.

Держать дистанцию.

Summer came in the country,
Red was the heather bell;
But the manner of the brewing
Was none alive to tell.

N/I

Тысячами незримых нитей обвивает тебя Закон. Разрубишь одну - преступник. Десять - смертник. Все - Бог!

Ужас, летящий на крыльях из стали (с) Раймус Айсбридж
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Take my love. Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free.
You can’t take the sky from me.

The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

In a trillion years,
the stars will no longer shine
But we'll remain, get it right
and come back again... © BT

Тысячами незримых нитей обвивает тебя Закон. Разрубишь одну - преступник. Десять - смертник. Все - Бог!

I'm so prog I listen to concept albums on shuffle. © kmac2021
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The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

Now we'll have to find some other way to keep the children safe.
Eve's been at the drawing board to segregate the human race.
Falling from an altercation, you're put in a situation,
Denied access to the one thing bound to stop you going under.
Now you'll have to face tomorrow with no hope to beg or borrow,
Once you count it up, you know, you're gonna find it's not enough.
Your only hope's to cook the books, pray the man don't choose to look you up.

Тысячами незримых нитей обвивает тебя Закон. Разрубишь одну - преступник. Десять - смертник. Все - Бог!

Now we'll have to find some other way to keep the children safe.
Eve's been at the drawing board to segregate the human race.
Falling from an altercation, you're put in a situation,
Denied access to the one thing bound to stop you going under.
Now you'll have to face tomorrow with no hope to beg or borrow,
Once you count it up, you know, you're gonna find it's not enough.
Your only hope's to cook the books, pray the man don't choose to look you up.