Питер. Вечерние осенние прогулки в Bye Bye Ballet вдоль фонтанки. переходное состояние
In the grip of a winter came, love and greed Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
I was alone at the front line The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I’m still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire
In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the beast before believing the threats In a foreign field I cut all regrets But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess
I was alone for the first time The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire
I just can't think of England Can't see the picture (Aaaahh…) Can't see the picture (Aaaahh…) Can't see the picture