A gun a chair a table some cards
when I was young I had other plans
A bullet myself a beer some cards
now I am too old to do otherwise
A sound a dead-man a glass some cards
you gonna use what's in your hands
Silence dark dust some cards
we are here only by chance
chaos
A rustle a light dust some cards
life starts to spin around ...
ΟΔΕΥΟΝΤΑΣ ΑΤΡΟΜΗΤΟΙ ΣΤΗΝ ΚΑΡΔΙΑ ΤΗΣ ΚΑΤΑΣΤΡΟΦΗΣ
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Η προβα πετυχε, και δε φανερωνει αρχαριο!
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