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Белоснежка
The Dream of Paradise





     You dream of a paradise
     When you close your eyes
     And your body flies
     To the clear skies.
     
     You land on the cloud
     You're far from the ground
     And there is no doubt
     That there's nothing around.
     
     Nothing like before,
     There is peace, no war,
     But you look for more
     And you find a door.
     
     You know very well,
     That's a door to hell
     It's a white snake spell
     Poisoning your cells.
     
     It's another world,
     Where hearts are cold,
     Where love is sold
     For a snow white gold.
     
     You know what to buy
     You know mirrors lie
     White lines crucify
     You learned how to fly
     How to fly so high
     Now learn how to die...
     
     Well, so what you die?
     Fuck all!!! Sniff and die!!!
     



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