Sen - Edyta Bartosiewicz

Angel

Dark, narrow streets, I still think of it
This place has no name, no mercy
Big, peering eye, it looks down from the sky
But I am not sure, if it can see

And if you protest, they will burn you alive
Oh, how does it feel to be...

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