Roses For The Dead (пер.с англ. "Розы для мертвых")
Just to say we're sorry For the black eyes and bleeding lips When it's hard to forget How many lies we told, Or how we'd grow Before i said goodbye So lets scrape our knees on the playground
It's not your fault You feel okay, It's too late in the day It's not your fault, You feel betrayed, And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word, You never said, I never listened to a word, You never said,
Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for tragedies, And start this over again, And you bring us to our knees,
As sunrise comes, And the story will sell A few hundred papers, So we'll follow you up!
It's not your fault You feel okay, It's too late in the day It's not your fault, You feel betrayed, And can't come out to play
I never listened to a word, You never said, I never listened to a word, You never said,
So raise your hands up high, And let this rain pour on, So raise your hands up high, And Wash us away,
Like innocence and childbirth You look just like your mother, And you look just like your father
Forgive him our father, Your son is smiling So lay roses around you...