Текст песни 1991 год - Белая скала

White Rock

White Rock inconceivably close.
Millennium spark
From the fires, they reach, melted in the nights
Shouting about what has long been known stone.
White Rock, White Rock.

But God, how small!
Who knows more
on the ground at times ....
much more than words.
Give shelter to someone who is looking for
The hatred of happiness
White Rock.

Not realizing know
About that, what we dream.
Worms, you propping his hump,
With you we live
And with thee die
White Rock.

White Rock inconceivably close.
Millennium spark
From the fires, they reach, melted in the nights
Shouting about what has long been known stone.
White Rock.