Standing here, I realize
You were just like me.
Trying to make history.
But who’s to judge the right from wrong
When our guard is down I think we’ll both agreeThat violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this wayI’ve cut my own path
You’ve followed your wrath
But maybe we’re both the same
The world has turned
And so many have burned
But nobody is to blameI’m staring across this barren wasted land
I feel new life will be born
Beneath the blood stained sand
Beneath the blood stained sand
Остроумные анекдоты Анекдоты про негров Цитаты Кличко Поздравления с днем рождения куме Тосты на день рождения
Анекдоты про русского американца и немца Свежие анекдоты Поздравление жене с днем рождения Интересные истории из жизни Поздравление дедушке с днем рождения