Текст песни Last One - Смола

Shoot eyes on the faces of the skin
The crowd got lost I became so anxious
Aiming to be themselves
I spark squeeze in wet palms

Freedom becomes a point away
Her rushed but it seems too late
Pining over the sky scorching sun
And groaning in his chest gnawing loneliness

I open the door after door
I am myself, I again and again
It is only referring to the heart
Slightly understand myself, I was able to

Dull look, I met your
I am beside myself losing control
Broke his dream on the floor
In his wounds same rolling in salt

Cool look your recall
Tormented soul perish
All days with you are burnt
Flowing resin smoke smoked

More effort to save itself
All forces dropped but the soul is dead
My world is longing look in your eyes
In their heart of pain around a void

From gentle touches breath knocks
Tired feet in the heart choked
Hiding behind masks blind desire
In the darkness of them left in the depths of consciousness

In the mirror portraits are seen tears
Smeared on the wall of happiness and dreams
I am in strong arms muffled silence
I looked into her eyes and contemptuous squirm