I Pump Cold Air Into My lungs | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) pompuję do płuc zimne
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moloch straszliwy
I pump cold air into my lungs,
I would like
to get infected with death,
to die, suffer no more
from thoughtlessness.
I would like
to get infected with death,
to die, suffer no more
from thoughtlessness.
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