There is silence at the end And then looking at each face Cleaning windows from the dust Or just making room for blood Sound of despair pricks your eyes When you raise your broken arms to heaven
People walking with a dread Gory image in a head Mutilations and the pain Make a story every day Looking at their little eyes And then shortly realize They're crying
Give salt to me and let my wound become Just a small scar Give birth to them but leave them in a calm They deserve it Keep ruining but I would say goodbye
No much water in a pan Only questions 'why?' and 'when?' Finding back doors of the mess When all dinosaurs still rest Making promises you'll live And that you won't run and be forever (forever)
Hectic looking for some clothes Understanding that you're lost Quiet praying to God For the Noah's saving Ark Straining ears if they're alive And then looking how their eyes are closing (they're closing)
Give salt to me and let my wound become Just a small scar Give birth to them but leave them in a calm They deserve it Keep ruining but I would say no, no, this is for me too much
Break hearts but not the children ones, They are too young to turn So dark
Give salt to me and let my wound is now much greater eyes are looking at my a-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
