sic itur ad astra
We can't cry the pain away, we can't find a need to stay...
There's no more rabbits in my hat to make things right...
We need to swollow all our pride and leave the mess behinde...
Out of my head, out of my bed, out of the dreams we had, there are bad,
Tell the it's me, who made you sad, tell them the fairy-tall gone bad...
не спрашивайте, учу английскую раскладку на клавиатуре. <<
^^
sunrise avenue вообще шикарны.)