Grenade in a pocket Pin in my hand Seagulls seem to know me Its déjà vu land
Lawful resistance Not hiding, not a thief LADA looks to the sky With heavy grief
Fog dissolved and melted Moon moaned over seas Young wife become Someone else's fiancée Water heavy poisoned Sound is dead Light is off Can’t get back Not anymore No friend am I My love
Semi-drunk women Sailors of gun Gangrene tattoos Bottles of rum Can you hear the heartbeat Knocking on my soul? This is your last tango Neither Paris nor Rome
Dig it from the soil Next century boys Wrappings with a prize Guitar hero toys Subs will sleep forever Show was never there How deep your country's pockets Where rockets disappear