...а она сидела с фотографией в руке...воспоминания душат....
We gather matters of the heart So we can act a fool It's incomplete without you The silver soul is running through It's a vision, complete illusion, yeahhh
The needle on the spinning wheel Collecting silver coil It gathers heat without you, Whether or not you're turned from it It's a quick turn To let us in, yeahhh
It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again
The bodies lying in the sand, They're moving in the dark It is so quick to let us in Feel it moving through our skin It's a sickness, infinite quickness yeahhh