Оригинален текст
withdrawn from all pursuits of passion and purpose
the fear of the unknown
increasingly nervous
one day it rains on your parade
like a hand grenade
complicates
slaps you in the face
as if you disobeyed misbehaved
withdrawn from all pursuits of passion and purpose
the fear of the unknown
increasingly nervous
one day it rains on your parade
like a hand grenade
complicates
slaps you in the face
as if you disobeyed misbehaved