Enta - '78 | Текст песни

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• '78

The future is unwritten. the future is not set. and what we've made never goes away. Never.

urged me with visions of crippled futures,
of reaping no course from what we had sowed
when striving ended in bitter tastes,
your fervor atoned for every defeat
laid brick with mortar, and kept our fingers crossed
and prayed for rain in these godforsaken days
eyes closed, arms outstretched, we'll sink into translation,
emerging with pride, now foaming out the brim
the future is unwritten, the future is unset

I've felt this way way too many times. Dying to feel anything, mounting dismay at my own failings. Withdrawn. Disgusted. Tired. Sad. Bored. Why?

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