He was born among bombs
And he has never seen flowers
His life has just begun
But he’s already a fighter
He is on a battlefield
Facing the enemy
He has no pity in his heart
Because it’s purely ice
Once he almost died
And for the very first time
He saw a ray of moonlight
Coming into the night
The girl who saved him
Never again was seen
And as we don’t love illusions
He can’t find a love that is real
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10 comments:
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This is a sad song called "Refugee", by Tribal Ink.
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Meu, ia vir aqui fazer uma piadinha como voce fez os dois ultimos post em ingles, me li isso e mudei de ideia.
Esta lindo (e vou respeitar o momento),
Valew pelo coment e pelo testimonial, AP \o/
So sad... because of some men, a lot of other guys just don't have even a "real life". =/
And... hu... thank you for the comments. I agree with you in both cases.
(Why am I writing in english anyway? don't know...)
Regards,
Caio
Amei o teu blog, muito bom mesmo, de verdade...
vou voltar muitas vezes, com certeza...
se eu fosse bom em ingles com certeza eu faria um comentario mais decente, sorry baby, bjus
I hope he can see flowers someday :)
adoro treinar meu inglês lendo seu blog :D
Prefiro viver um sonho infantil a uma realidade maldita!
Que ele encontre um amor real!
Beijos
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