Na razbityh mechtah Ne razvisti vnov' agon', Gdye rozhdaitsa strah Ne abristi pakoi. I ne drognit ruka I pod pulsom u viska
Za lyubov' lyubovyu platit' Kak zhe dal'she smozhim my zgit' Atvet', skazhi !
Tak ustroyen etot mir, Shto imeyem - ne hranim Pravda odna - net ili da No inogda, znayesh, lyubov' ne prava Shto imeyem - ne hranim No tak ustroyen etot mir Da ili net, tysyachi let My ne nahodyim otvet
Po razbyitym sertsam Vozmozhno mozhno it'i No kuda? yesli tam Spasyenye ne nayt'i Mozhno vsyo pominyat', Razorvat', s nulya nachat'
Za lyubov' lyubovyu platit' Kak zhe dal'she smozhim my zgit' Atvet', skazhi !
Tak ustroyen etot mir, Shto imeyem - ne hranim Pravda odna - net ili da No inogda, znayesh, lyubov' ne prava Shto imeyem - ne hranim No tak ustroyen etot mir Da ili net, tysyachi let My ne nahodyim otvet
On broken dreams You can't light the fire again Where the fear borns You can't find peace again And the hand won't twich again/And the hand won't felter And it's paintfull from eyelid pulse/And the pain is like pulse in the temple For love to pay with love, How can we live now, Answer me, tell me.
That's how this world is made What we have, we don't keep There is only one truth - no or yes, But sometimes you know, That love isn't right. What we have, we don't keep But that's how this world is made. Yes or no Thousands of years We can't find answer.
On broken hearts Maybe you can walk, But where, if there You can't find the escape? You can change everything, Tear and start from the begining For love to pay with love, How can we live now, Answer me, tell me.
That's how this world is made What we have, we don't keep There is only one truth - no or yes, But sometimes you know, That love isn't right. What we have, we don't keep But that's how this world is made. Yes or no Thousands of years We can't find answer.
For love to pay with love, How can we live now, Answer me, tell me.
That's how this world is made What we have, we don't keep There is only one truth - no or yes, But sometimes you know, That love isn't right. What we have, we don't keep But that's how this world is made. Yes or no Thousands of years We can't find answer. (x2)