It doesn’t matter What’s a game I’d play before I have one question now: What am I waiting for? I’m ready to play Extraordinary role. Who says that in my thorax There is big-big hole.
Don’t say a lie.
You couldn’t show me your Clean and salty tears You had been hiding it For thousand fucking years. But if you want to go away And live alone I wouldn’t close the door In our favorite home.
Don’t say goodbye.
Look at their happy faces. There are little drops. There are not any places Where we have been before. We’re Mr. and. Mrs. Rains And we’re still staying here They are waiting for train. And we are hiding their tears.