все будет завтра.
Every day I spend my time drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign that I can understand,
Yes I am.
In the days between the hours ivory towers, bloody flowers
Push their heads in to the air, I don't care if I ever know,
There I go
Don't push your love too far,
Your wounds won't leave a scar,
Right now is where you are in a broken dream.
Did someone bow their head?
Did someone break the bread?
Good people are in bed before nine o'clock.
On the pad before my eyes paper cries, tellin' lies
The promises you gave from the grave of a broken heart
Hmm