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| [01:03.89] |
The eyes of night march slowly by |
| [01:07.39] |
The last grain falls |
| [01:09.33] |
The kneeling man just sighs |
| [01:14.73] |
Protected by the one great wall |
| [01:18.35] |
Of coloured parts |
| [01:20.10] |
He probes his clouded mind |
| [01:25.66] |
If he takes a look around him |
| [01:29.04] |
Is there nothing left to see |
| [01:32.54] |
Is there nothing left at all |
| [01:35.79] |
After the day |
| [01:40.29] |
With trembling hands he wipes his eyes |
| [01:43.79] |
He tries to stand |
| [01:45.54] |
But does not feel the need |
| [01:51.16] |
The morning sun shines on |
| [01:53.97] |
multicoloured The cross |
| [01:56.50] |
Left standing through it all |
| [02:01.75] |
If he takes a look around him |
| [02:05.26] |
Is there nothing left to see |
| [02:08.57] |
Is there nothing left at all |
| [02:11.82] |
After the day |
| [03:02.44] |
If he takes a look around him |
| [03:05.63] |
Is there nothing left to see |
| [03:09.13] |
Is there nothing left at all |
| [03:12.13] |
After the day |
