протяни, увидишь ты не брошен Хорошего сегодня мало завтра будет больше Твой путь далёк ещё, тогда садись, давай подброшу {не на русском} Сегодня всё не так, но завтра
Bombers in flight Trident missiles in the air My missiles underground Protect us till we're dead Memories of tomorrow Crying sorrow Push the button
Believe in me, I'm sad and blue Left with nothing but a picture Third or fourth weekend in June December seems to come too soon Will you wait until tomorrow
I can feel you running, I can taste the sickness in the air Go grab the stuff Kate, can't you see that it's time for us to go Our luck is turning, I can
I can feel you running, I can taste the sickness in the air Go grab the stuff Kate, can?t you see that it?s time for us to go Our luck is turning, I can
Translation: The Dream Weavers. Its Almost Tomorrow.
What can you do, when you've been left for dead? Anger and hate fills my lungs, they win. I..m on the edge of my sanity - I'm punching through these
I can feel you running, I can taste the sickness in the air Go grab the stuff Kate, can?t you see that it?s time for us to go Our luck is turning, I
With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? I'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. The Cheshire grins.
Ti sposerei domani perche sei tutto quel che ho. Ti chiederei rimani che senza te che senso ho. Io per te faccio tutto: E per questo che ti lascero