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PrometheusÏÒÉÇÉÎÁÌ: TublatankaSomebody's calling me Somebody's trying Somebody's still waiting for me and doesn't know That IÜd like to live in hell That IÜm tightly nailed here I've got even with my destiny Though I'm trying I can't move My arems are turned to stone My eyes are burning I 'm looking down I can't remember anything MÕ dull memories are following me Surrounding me as some black vultures In the dark night, love and rain I stole for people I kept myself nothing And nobody will wake me up I would be fettered Distant from people Judged by the heaven and earth Thirsty and defentless I can't betray anything Nailed to my own rotk And every night vultures tome together Pull out something I still have I've nothing to defend with MÕ hands are in fetters Just in the morning I'II come to my senses Besides I've nothing only the power of rocks I've never got anything else In the dark night, love and rain I stole for people I kept myself nothing And nobody will wake me up |