It goes darker when I'm in pain,
Sometimes it's shining when I'm ok.
It's rarely smooth as glass,
Sometimes it really goes mad.
It's flowing very strong,
Whirlpools keep twirling on and on.
I'm drowning and sinking deep,
In the depths of the endless sea.
Have you already seen it? The sea of my tears?
Selite:
Ei ihme, että Suomi on tuhansien järvien maa...
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