Back Beat Brothers - Arid | Текст песни

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Calmness been taken away, now I guess it's due,
To my reaction to all things they say - is just turning mute.
Get disconnected and hide in black hole
So I won't be touched by none at all.
I've got my roots cut and bleeding I spread
Hands so the wind could just throw me wherever.

Cradle, Cradle,
seems to be burning.
Fire's sacred
And so I follow it.

Phantom pains are scratching my lungs, need time to get used.
Echoes of phrases are chasing me down, my thoughts got diffused
With all the things that I heard all the years
Get my roots buried, water them with tears.
Even if others grow, and I'm sure of it,
When time comes, they all will do like I did.

Cradle, Cradle,
Why are you burning?
Fire's sacred,
We all will follow it.

Follow it... Follow It...
Fell for It.

Cradle, Cradle,
Can't see it's burning,
Fire took It,
And we all fell for it.