- Жанр
- Хаус
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- 4.44, M. Himmelsweit, К. Никитин, Ю. Курашов
- Описание
- Новая версия многими любимой песни
- Текст
- We'll never start for tomorrow,
We'll never see the dawn newborn.
We will be stuck in this sorrow,
We will be caught in this moor and then - torn.
We'll never start getting wiser,
We'll never find our way away.
Our pains have different size and
Who suffers? And who plays?
We're never getting out painless,
We keep on causing too much pain.
We keep on cutting our own veins
And drink each other's blood again.
We never seem getting tired,
We never stop seeking something else.
We climb this stairway to heaven,
But who succeds? And who fails?
I used to look for magic looking up in the sky,
But soon I found out that the sky can all be inside.
I used to look for love and bloody caress,
But now I know it's better to get something else.
I used to sit on the floor counting sadly the stars,
But soon I found out that the stars are colder than scars.
I used to starve for music of the deep blue sea,
But now I know this music is inside of me.