Look back. This is a fight without right to rest.
An extra day. More days – less days.
Night is a cigarette-butt with the burnt filter,
Thrown down by him, who wants to die young.
Trust me! I will do everything you want.
Trust me! I know we should be together.
Trust me! I will be with you in this fight.
Give me everything you can give!
Sleep, I know how to set a clock.
Tomorrow the call will raise us like torn flags.
They say dream is just an old memory
And then we are told that we should sleep quietly…
Trust me! I will do everything you want.
Trust me! I know we should be together.
Trust me! I will be with you in this fight.
Give me everything you can give!