You believed in the power of words In the anger that lays somewhere deep inside You have burried yourself in your dreams You believed that a world can't be even worse
Time has marched into new century Under colour of red In a big happy future With a new words to say It has changed It has grown But you are the same!
Now you sit with a gun in your hand Killing time with bottle of wine You have thinked of that you ever had Of the darkness that lay somewhere deep inside
Pull the trigger and release the pain That has grown on a shards of your broken heart Only bullet will help Ohly bullet will heal When your world falls appart!
"Я знаю силу слов, я знаю слов набат. Они не те, которым рукоплещут ложи. От слов таких срываются гроба шагать четверкою своих дубовых ножек." (c) Маяковский