Текст песни Свободное Падение - Наши души

Our souls

Our souls are moth-eaten ,
Like an old torn blanket,
We only want to heat and rest,
And at heart , we are asked to respond .

Ex : Our hands and feet are tired
       And terrible headache ,
       We were looking for a birth of something ,
       And I hope we find , but when ?!

Our forces already on the wane ,
And withered grass on the field ,
I have no way of sorrow and pain ,
And now the reward is .

Ex : Our hands and feet are tired
       And terrible headache ,
       We were looking for a birth of something ,
       And I hope we find , but when ?!