...inner fear - your worst enemy... (c)
I had a dream, far away from here,
Far away from you, far away from all the pain.
Far away from you, far away from all the pain.
Где-то там... далеко... нет никого, ничего, никакого одиночества, никакого расстройства, никаких стрессов, никакой боли... где-то...
With strength in numbers, the sad betrayl braves,
Return to desecrate those memories again.
Return to desecrate those memories again.
Увидела - и все. Вернусь ли? - Нет.
And you were taking flowers from my grave...
I kiss the ground but I can hardly breathe,
As you scrape me from the pavement once again.
I kiss the ground but I can hardly breathe,
As you scrape me from the pavement once again.
Однажды ты подобрал меня с дороги, отряхнул и поставил на ноги. Еще?.. Нет, и туда я не вернусь...
Safety in numbers, you thought I'd washed away,
But I'm still waiting for the rain...
And you were taking flowers from my grave...
But I'm still waiting for the rain...
And you were taking flowers from my grave...
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