Текст песни NRM - Chudsaviet

Raise your world
Raise your light
Raise your rain and snow
Get angry at everyone

Think of your own edge
Your house on seven winds
Come up with a fireplace
And from the chimney white smoke

Come up with a life
Come up with everything everywhere
Let it all live
Think of yourself

Think of your own singing
To make it burn at night
To make it light and warm
Think of your own singing

Maybe it will help you
Maybe it is
Maybe it will help you
Maybe
God forbid

Wet snow is falling again
On his hands on his face on the glass
I'll tell you
What will be and what has been

I'll tell you everything
What he came up with himself
And this vague world
I will give into your hands

Think of your own demise
Come up with the last bell
May there be life and death
Let everything be as it should be