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Above
4:27 10 0 13 лет
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ABOVE Clear sound, Transparent sound, Glass is dropping, Glass flows CHORUS: And the sky is screaming And the sky is dropping All its tears on me, And the sky is breaking And the sky is falling Down on me. Liquid glass river Frames his voice, Like a mill-race does It makes me move. The buildings grow higher Hiding the sky from me, Wound its tender body. CHORUS I'm making my way To admire the changing beauty Of my Lord Cold holds my hands tight.