Молчание - великое искусство вести беседу. Слова - это то, что определяет цену смысла. Тишина - это то, что определяет цену слов.
We are again
In second chance
To watch the day
And feel the dance.
We are again
On tiny way
With eyes all closed
And dying sense.
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
We walk apart
Through open doors
Along the beach
And up to walls.
We walk apart
But hand in hand
And step by step
Till funefal crowls.
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
We lived our lives like someone else,
We are not us, we are so strange.
But who can tell me the damn thing:
Who now posesses our bodies?
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
Negative - The Moments of our Love
In second chance
To watch the day
And feel the dance.
We are again
On tiny way
With eyes all closed
And dying sense.
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
We walk apart
Through open doors
Along the beach
And up to walls.
We walk apart
But hand in hand
And step by step
Till funefal crowls.
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
We lived our lives like someone else,
We are not us, we are so strange.
But who can tell me the damn thing:
Who now posesses our bodies?
We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
Negative - The Moments of our Love
