I've been beating my forehead against the bottom of heavens and was falling into the black holes
And the dark forest was my friend, as were reserved reptiles
And I've been walking, among fire squeezing my hands 'til they crunch
And all I had with me is -
Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art
We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes
There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us
It's time to love, not time to drop bombs
I've been lying near the ocean, and stars were beating me in the gut
I remembered all of the centuries and countries, squeezing eternity in no time
And all of the wounds were fatal, I've been exchanging it for a poem -
It was about you, however strange it might be
Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art
We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes
There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us
It's time to love, not time to drop bombs
Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art
We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes
There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us
It's time to love, not time to drop bombs
Feelings, it is the reason of any kind of art
We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes
There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us
It's time to love, not time to drop bombs