Playing the fool
There for turning the rain comes, thank God, came
There waiting for the sun behind the clouds - it was good
Where faith under the paint itself, the truth will rise
Where swords break in the fields, there is the soul lives
Where lies yes enthroned and himself in jail
Peal above the earth, as an appeal to the mind
Where the words on the nerves so witty ears knife
Where we have our stupid laugh - there lives a soul ...Chorus
And maybe you should not sit in the corners
Needless to whiten and black?
And maybe you should not play the fool?
And may not be worth it
Throw away all but the place where it rains
Swallow more fiery words no power
Want, trust and want you spit on everything and let's go with me -
Where beauty comes to men, they are a right pain
Hundreds of small scraps of phrases to blow minds
Hundreds of thousands of bare eye, just where are we?
Tell us about nedozhity day - it soars pain
Millions of thick walls yes salt on the wounds
