Oh, the king Gone mad within his suffering Called out for relief Someone cure him of his grief His only son Cut down, but the battle won Oh, what is it worth When all that's left is hurt?
Oh, the king Gone mad within his suffering Called out for relief Someone cure him of his grief His only son Cut down, but the battle won Oh, what is it worth When all that's left is hurt?
Есть вещи, которые нельзя контролировать. Битвы, которые нельзя выиграть. В конце концов, единственное, что у нас остается — это люди, которым мы верим.