I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood
Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me the flood
Февраль, достать чернила плакать, Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит.
Февраль, достать чернила плакать, Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит.
Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice