Ты приходил, говорил, уходил — и все невпопад.
When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."




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