I see the clouds, but maybe I see the smoke.
While the Sun was in the sky, I thought that I sang,
I thought that I lived.
But is it so important, what else you want?
Because none of us will get out of here alive.
During the storm, I find it easier to breathe, it's a fact;
Don't be afraid of the thunder, he always gets the beat.
Flowers I gifted to you, will stand up till the morning,
But none of us will get out of here alive.
Any house is unstable, if there's steel in the sky.
I'd like to sing a song to the end, but if not so,
then it's not pity.
I built so many walls, I wanted to save so much,
But none of us will get out of here alive
None of us will get out of here alive.