This is not a crime This is not a care This is not the world This is not the world This is not the world This is not the world Too much noise this
Vertimas: Futureheads. Tai ne pasaulio.
If I hear one more person talking about these days Saying it's hard in this day and age I will explode How do they know what it was like two thousand
the people that are calling in today are few and far between You were listening Their word are .. the syllables slow But ever day I have to call into this
this Why don't we get it started with a kiss? If memory serves Then why am I still waiting for it to return? My head feels like it's just about to slip This morning is