Another door's slammed in your face with denial.
You're still not used to this world and its vileness.
But believe me - when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Eventually, almost every door's made of wood.
Fire, you need it.
Fire, just breathe it.
You must learn to stand up for yourself.
To reach uncharted territory you should raise your sail.
All you need is the light in your soul.
Припев.
Припев.
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