Make my hand comfortable that the restless season of our memory is full of an emergency message The photo we take from us with the hunting camera This is a photo of each of us
thanks to these tortures, our silence was not sounded Right to our prayers Doom and pain Keep the distance A distance from the road one day the blood of the blood
The sound of our memories is still in my ear You are regret that the wound that is my arms is left to my arms For both of us a photo of us
Thanks to these torture, our silence was not sounded right at the table of prayers that did not eat a lifetime of crying on our skin. My You are regret that the wound that is my arms is left to my arms
