Через ненастья свет и мглу
Катится капля по стеклу
Мимо дождливой грусти клумб,
Капля — сама себе Колумб.
И — ни следа на льду стекла...
Капля, куда же ты стекла?
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Come feed the rain
Cos I'm thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
Cos without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure,
When true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior
And the things we don't need
I lust for «after»
No disaster can touch
Touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
Where «enough» is not the same it was before
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