Tueur de noirs

ambatakum ( yes i am)

Wash away the anger
Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain
The droplets falling gently down on the terrain
Wash away the sorrow all the stains of time
But there’s no memory it’s only dry inside

In the mud and sinking deeper
Into a peaceful life

And it will come like a flood of pain
Pouring down on me
And it will not let up
Until the end is here
And it will come through the darkest day
In my final hour
And it will never rest until the clouds are clear
Until it finds my dreams have disappeared

My dreams disappear

Naigrongze conséquent

il a un zeub dans le cul

bougnoule