Я Гуляю Один

Damn, Donald Dollo was useless and fearful as an Empty seat. In a bottom of indifference, your charming voice was Choked inside of me. You're gonna die on My hands. When I'm gonna make My dear to dance. And I walk alone to be my own. As an empty sound in fatal space In your maze of lie. If I was wrong, sorry for my Tears and mistakes, so don't get Mad. It's so sad, it's. It's so Sad, don't get Mad. It's so sad. It's so sad. It's When I'm like a mainland as a smoky Ghost who'd come into your door. No sound and nobody, just a cold wind and Wet trails on the floor. To you. You're gonna die On my hands. On my hands, yeah. When I'm gonna make my Dear to dance. Tell my dear to dance, well. And I walk alone to be my own. As an empty sound in fatal space In your maze of lie. If I was wrong, sorry for my Tears and mistakes, so don't so sad, It's don't get mad. It's so Sad. It's so sad. It's So sad. And I walk alone to be my own. As an empty sound in fatal space In your maze of lie. If I was wrong, sorry for my Tears and mistakes, so don't get Mad.