Текст песни Argument 5.45 - Thousands Of Birds

Thousands and thousands of birds every day are falling down
no longer able to continue to fly.
Thousands and thousands of stars go out each night
can no longer burning in the darkness.

Once the fate of all of us
checks on the strength - and then
even the best can lift
white flag above his head.
Who am I to judge
Battle your tired to continue,
weary desperate cry
a heart of stone.

When death closes the eyes
your loved ones, your friends,
suddenly realize how much you are weak,
I can not change anything.

And twist the arrow on the clock back,
trying in vain to turn the clock back -
If only time to say,
everything that is not said.
Who am I to judge
tired of their way to continue,
weary desperate cry
indifferent to the heavens.

Knockin 'on Heaven,
to reach the hearts ... how ?!

Knockin 'on Heaven,
to reach the hearts,
reach at least somewhere
in this silence.

There should be something
heavier ... Something
In order to reach heaven.
There should be something
heavier ... Something
to reach hearts.