ولی دیگه هیچی نشنوی.
میدون همون میدون. جنگ همون جنگ. فقط ساکتی. سکوت محض. بودن و نبودن محض. .
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark