Текст песни Jam - Раскаты над полем...

Rolling over the field
Rolling over pain
And the sky falls
Last Love
What words
People began to prayer?
And we die
On its own battle

And there is no help
Again the stars weep
And we all go
Rely on luck
In the dark sky,
Forgotten friend
And it turns our hearts
The autumn storm

Tosca in anarchy
Happy fairy
And we chose
Suicide weasel
Empty alley
Closed doors
Knock, do not open
Shut up, do not believe

And we do not need
The bracelet on the wrist
And here it is the sky
And here it is happiness
And she became
Packaged in a sheath
And ruining branches
It becomes skin

Go behind
Stay sunrises
What a fun fairy tale - Answers
And you are responsible
For black walls
For coal fires
And the madness of prisoners

For song streams
Congested
For scars - distant
The memory of pain
During echoes
Emptying streets

Do not cry, my knight,
You just woke up