Текст песни Стас Михайлов - наши судьбы

Our fate is a creepy windbreak
We break everything, but to build
And sometimes not hearing the baby moan
We lose our heads in passions

We see these faces in a dream
These thoughts burn harder than fire
You grow up somewhere far away
I'm getting old somewhere without you

We call love a lie
And swear fidelity to trizny
We throw children like kittens
Breaking them colorful life

We see these faces in a dream
These thoughts burn harder than fire
You grow up somewhere far away
I'm getting old somewhere without you

We swallow women like food
But in quantity, no quality
Forget about your children
Leaving them only a middle name

We see these faces in a dream
These thoughts burn harder than fire
You grow up somewhere far away
I'm getting old somewhere without you

We ask God for kindness
Waiting for grace from heaven

If our children are hungry
Father will not answer us from heaven

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We see these faces in a dream
These thoughts burn harder than fire
You grow up somewhere far away
I'm getting old somewhere without you

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You grow up somewhere far away
I'm getting old somewhere without you