Под такую музыку хочется лежать и медленно, медленно умирать. От счастья.
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As heavy as a history book can be, I will carry it with me, oh Lord. And maybe when the bitterness has gone, There'll be sweetness on our tongues once more.
We'll soon forget our parents' names, Like dogs will drive the wolves away. And weep with fingertips opposed, Like a church where nobody congregates.
But sweetness sings in the pasture, We throw ourselves on the mercy of the earth. If sand and salt have the answer, Then the act itself will be louder than the word.
