Текст песни Суббота XIV - Последний гвоздь

Score the last nail in my little world
He was not like I was dreaming
Drizzle a little bit, and he suffered so much
And with good paint washed with warm individual roads
Score the last nail in the door
I do not want anyone here went again
I saw gray bridges, spoke to the creator in the & quot; You & quot;
And realizing that it is he, crazy descended

But I ask you

Believe!
Yes, we leave this paradise
Where?
In our lives to tell fortunes
No beast
Footprints left on the sand
Come
I see the city in the distance

Forget last look better days
They are not worth it, to die
Wander among the wacky people look to lose, lose again
And just think, just to think about it
Forget the last cry of a flock of birds
They fly to the sun knowing that awaits them
During the flight the flight, followed by land from year to year
Not noticing no friends and no murderers

But I ask you

Believe!
Yes, we leave this paradise
Where?
In our lives to tell fortunes
No beast
Footprints left on the sand
Come
I see the city in the distance