Текст песни Colours From The Land Of God

Even those last illusions are falling like exhausted bricks. The image of your hair is making for bore while worry is fading away. Here comes a storm sweeping away this last deep night. Sexes still move, bodies still move to reconstruct all what has been. My life is like a child's feeling in advance when death comes to him. I feel time is just running out and a raindrop falls on my thoughts. Stars enjoy flying away but they don't know later they'll get forever dead.