Statues of stone are ripping them apart, delaying the glorious days. We're flowing over the evening thin vault. Some stars are rushing to bring up the night. Still, some clear spots, which we follow until a new star rises and raises the empire. And i think we thought we could throw something up there, when we were just some kids. A mark to last, to seek our energy to evolve... In Pogoanele every summer is like a call to arms; we gather soldiers to teach how to hang in the fight, with some missing bullets, on a pursuit of happiness. We were afraid that the angry rain who was committed to the summer days could wash away the past and the names or the game. But that was the darkness' job... To heal our wounds, our scars from the emotional cuts. To neutralize the pain and the fantasy... At night you could hear the blood in our fallen veins; we didn't recognize our old faces in the empty mirror in front of us... So, receive me back on the noisy streets of Pogoanele, brother. Until the dawn, right? Oh, and you don't have to open your heart. Even if we're not praising our leaders, we will not be stuck in some bitter tears in Heaven, friend. Does it feel like we've ever been alive inside? Let us become true...
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