Перевод: Грош Ни Рише. Безотцовщина и вдова.
Questions flew and words were hurled into the air and when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun to
Let me let me know what makes you happy and I'll do it over, over and over again let me let me know just how you love me and we'll spin around again
Mysteries unfolding quickly before my eyes in a way I saw the world in one night without even leaving without even leaving the room golden cymbals
Tell me father are you riding on the fictional bus up to heaven above? do you listen to the angels on the outskirts... have they persuaded you?
widow stricken down by the hand of death grasping for security anticipation of the imminent next of the imminent next the fatherless and the widow
Trust in the Lord with all your heart lean not on your own understanding in all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight
Standing in the middle of a forest basking in the glorious autumn watching the leaves as they change from green, from green to orange, yellow and
Big time, bright lights the world is looking for someone to show them the daylight but it's not me I am not the one for simple love look to the Son
Chorus trust in the Lord with all your heart lean not on your own understanding in all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight
widow stricken down by the hand of death grapsing for security anticipation of the imminent next of the imminent next the fatherless and the widow
History merely repeats itself nothing in this world is truly new the sea churns as it feeds from the river at its mouth the wind blows across the