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I look at brith sky

And I find clouds hovering

It is not being easy to find

The angels continue to fly

We are just one more prey

We are slaves of the pain

They love to commit one more crime

They want us to die

Don't look up at the grey sky

Should be against the whips of steel

We live in constant fright

But we cannot enter the wheel

All of us have desires

But we wasted in sorrow

It's still early to die

We left everything behind