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Чорна Гора

Listen to the silence Of the breaking of my heart From a lowly vale to the rolling hills You and I lie worlds apart Time is catching my breath As love

Children play softly around the explosions Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell Ten thousand one hundreths

Don't run alone on the stadium walls cross the river. Treacherous beasts walk in pairs hand in hand by the shore Wisdom forgot them so they became trouble

Oh come on, lay your halo down Well angels, lay your arms around Now every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come

Down in black mountain A child will smack your face Down in black mountain A child will smack your face Babies crying for liquor and all the birds sing

Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like

Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like

No, you don't Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe High up on the sun The howlin' ones High up on the sun Flower, flower train That won'

Children play softly around the explosions Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell Ten thousand one hundreths