Текст песни mojento - ТЕ, с которыми делимся

*SOMEDAY*

When something does not become those
That life stuck in your sieve.
Nor old nor the good eye -
Portraits, devoid of walls.

Someday we will not,
And the muse, renouncing, not posing, sitting frontal.
An empty sea of ​​spent forces
Stained blue ink.

People are not old and new,
People are native people so little familiar.
Somewhere inside a cell, traffic jams and congestion.
People are not old and new,
People are native people so little familiar.
It is those with whom we share the supports.

Someday the whole world
After the Great War, sorrow fills the air,
But it will be the last time,
Tears of countless eyes.

Someday you and I,
Lying in the arms of peace, let us breathe the silence.
These warm fingers God
Touches our feet.