Singer: Ant

Say, remember the first mother
Say, doesn't matter if you have nothing to lose
I say, not as important as the outcome of the battle,
When in the heart of the faith, and on his lips a prayer.

Rain whips the trees and Central square,
Autumn, my doctor give me antibiotic harder.
Treats, but I'm no better then the diagnosis is easier
Oh shit , it's a virus, I carrier.

Lying to yourself... God, I'm sorry... - kisses the cross, while in the heart a lot of vacant seats...
I'm afraid one day to find himself in her eyes, scared of losing all these bends...

Try on a tooth: every day, every moment and not looking at what the world firmly believe in a happy end; believe that goodness is a higher power, that when you die, not overgrown with grass grave... mystic...

Hoard a trifle,
Turning into copies.
Childhood dreams,
Adults utopia.
Mom, get me...
God, forgive me...
Don't let me fall
On the bends tomorrow.