Перевод: Уотсон, Джин. Этот факел, который я ношу для вас.
Today I woke to find the world I once knew is gone I'm at a loss for words today The lines are down, I'm not answering Disconnect and rewire everything
Did you forget or did you never know? It wasn't like this before There once was blood, sweat and tears Now it's all marketed Call me a fool or out of
Please tell me how this is going to end Because I can't see anything further than today I thought I'd be dead by now So let me sing you a song, so we
It takes the world to burn for me to realize, that I can't change this path that we're on Allow me to disappoint you. I'm not the rock we always depended
my obligation To never again, allow this to happen Where do I begin? The choices are endless Denying the sin My art, my redemption I carry the torch
summers to mend Rather it lay cold and dead than revealed in all it's necrotic splendour In days of revolt I too would carry a torch and swing at my
beautiful And I'll never let it go (never let it go) No i'll never let it go Cause to this day it means everything to carry on the torch Ignite a flame
he couldn't walk away? And would you Would you carry the torch for me? Would you carry the torch For me? Would you carry the torch For me? Would you carry the torch
you traveled around this world, you wouldn't find another girl Could hold the candle to the gal you left behind And boy, she's carrying the torch for
be living He left me as a fact but if he ever want it back I'll be forgiving Hurting me, forcing me But I'm still carrying a torch, carrying a torch
she's still searching For a cloud with a silver lining We pray for her She's burning slow Out on a mission's light Christian animation torch carriers
I'm carryin' a torch (Yeah) I can do it all on my own `Cause I'm carryin' a torch I'm carryin' a torch for you, baby I'm carryin' a torch You know how
pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the
I carry the torch for her in the orchard Apples were her last name My Jeanine my Jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossom of white And apple her hair
people so much joy Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be tonight Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light This
make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Chorus: Go back go back to your woods Go back go back go back to your woods Carry a torch and
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike
