Текст песни Всадник без головы - Durarara 2ор

In the frowning sky the clouds cry again
like about me
And the bitterness in the soul again became bitterness in the mouth

All that I held in my hands
Suddenly turned to dust
I still want to see soon
What tomorrow morning will bring me.
But the future is unanswered questions.

I will open a new day, like a white endless sheet of paper.
What will I draw?
To gray everyday life
did not cover a sheet of paper, -
What will I draw?
The sun's bright rays!

I will open a new day, like a white endless sheet of paper.
What will I draw?
To gray everyday life
did not cover a sheet of paper, -
What will I draw?
Sun bright rays