Рано Теряем

We trace the lines upon our hands
And try to build on shifting
Since we chase the light, we run from cold
To buy the stories we've been told
But midnight comes and strips away
The painted faces of the day
Cuz life is a high stone
A beautiful crowd
We are alone
And tears just rain from a heavy sky
Watching the dust from
Yeah heat
A broken glass, a fading smile
We walk the road for just a mile
We love too hard
We lose too soon
Under a cold and watchful moon
We try to laugh
But flowers only grow in red
Life is a high beautiful tears
From a heavy sky heat heat heat heat
Till you find the stress to look good