There for turning the rain comes , thank God, came , There waiting for the sun behind the clouds - it was good. Where faith under the paint itself , the truth will rise Where swords break in the fields, there is the soul lives ...
Where lies yes enthroned and himself in jail peal above the earth , as an appeal to the mind , Where the words on the nerves so witty ears knife where we have our stupid laugh - there lives a soul ...
Chorus: And maybe you should not sit in the corners Needless to whiten and black ? And maybe you should not play the fool ? and may not be worth it ...
Throw away all but the place where it rains swallow more fiery words no power . Want, trust and want you spit on everything and let's go with me - Where beauty comes to men , they are a right pain .
Hundreds of small scraps of phrases to blow minds ... Hundreds of thousands of bare eye , just where are we? Tell us about nedozhity day - it soars pain. Millions of thick walls yes salt on the wounds .