Уезжаешь ты, не сказав прощальных слов. Уезжаешь ты, вот и кончилась любовь. Уезжаешь ты, может быть и навсегда. Уезжаешь ты, вот и все мои слова Пять
пытаться взглянуть - за спину. Эти руки готовы ломать, крепкие прутья лжи. Нет смысла больше ждать. Те кто будет молчать В империи зла, будет молчать В империи
[Потап]: Империя, Империя… Щелкни пальцами! Вот так, вот таааак… (Щёлк, щёлк…) Это делать очень просто, Когда делает Потап (хэээээй!) А ну-ка щелкнИ (
Sky cities scrape the lining of heaven Beneath this vast region Manifest destination Leaves us fast erasing Days pass Time flies You don't realize Today
Three, four.. Chk UHH.. chk UHH.. I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh Linkin
And what you found was gold As black as dried blood The taste was so, so sweet And one loves to love The whole idea seems unfair to all But it's always
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge Until one bright morning
I lost my shoes I lost my wife I lost my keys I lost my kite And though I'm young at heart I'm so much older Subway eyes and banked up skies And violent
Sometimes I feel like Karna Has got over my skin I put on my armour Guarding me from outside in, but At night I am woken by Images of the flood oh oh
She hates you, then she loves you more Underneath the shadows of her thoughts, shadows of her thoughts, she rings a bell for you I wish that she was a
From the city to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright Can we outlast the show?
All hell's crashing down inside The windows to the other side Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of 'Oh well if it's happening there It isn't here',
I climb the ladder of those black and white keys They take me out and into places some are real some are imaginary And though she sways between a mystery
This is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all Cos woman you're my trouble And woman I've been trouble and despair
And though you'd like to hear a song That sings everything's all right The temperature is warm The fire horses sleep So gently comes the night You close
All along the street They're holding signs that say That I am lost And that I do not know the way I asked the rock Sitting in a shade of grey I asked
Something Something kissed my lips Something Something busted my fingertips The north binds battle In the car park And the darkness Somewhere The night
The bus drives over on a mellow scene We've done this five nights and tomorrow's free Oh I say, tomorrow's free And I seem to meet it in the morning and