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Am Dm E Dm9 E7
In the morning , when all the doors are closed all homes
Am Dm E F
I 'll be there. When all gone and leave only a lie,
Dm E Am
With mud spilled under our feet , in the night ...
Dm E Am
Where all have the right to show his face ,
Dm E
Where we spit from the corner in the back,
F Dm E
Where , without hiding the eyes , you can not say : "We are not! "

And the winter has already sent his greetings ; who are destined to freeze .
In the long journey together those who are not too lazy to go to the death.
Help them not to stray from the road , night ...
Where leaky sleeves walks snow
Where on the first pass at 6 am
Where not harknuv blood, say, " We are not! " does not.

And here we are . Although forgotten our songs yesterday.
And we will leave . Although no one holds us to the door ,
Black grease slapped my eyes , this night ...
Where broken windows croaks snowstorm
Where the morning kill us , forgetting forever ,
Where a simple question can not say:
" We had no , no! "