Текст песни Crave The Fame - Больше, Чем Ненависть

Closing his eyes, go ahead,
I'll take you through the distance.
Prayed to the one who created us,
Does not give you his forgiveness.

Down! Falling down on his knees, asking about what I can not
Pain, soul scatter ashes. New scenario: here all one ...

Tight squeeze in the hand
My hand,
Do not let go.

Jagged lines on a sheet of paper lie word.
The fact that in the face I'd never say,
After all, you are weak.

My eyes, try to look at the sky.
My eyes, try to look at me.

Tight squeeze in the hand
My hand,
Do not let go.

My dreams do not understand you ...
My words do not tell you ...

Tight squeeze in the hand
My hand,
Do not let go.