Автор: Mr. Strange

I feel the wind in my hair And it’s whispering, telling me things Of the storm that is gathering near

Newborn from fire and ashes Dwelled with the storm and the wind He fought with courage and vigor Determined to

We’ll be your last way out, when you’re losing control We’ll be the spark of hope, when your story is

Я разрушаю привычные связи, Не успевая оглянуться На сто сантиметров назад. Новая форма Привычная на первый взгляд… Все вроде бы

How does it feel when all you’re counting on is scatterbrained? Every wind that you have sailed upon a hurricane

Ground below, just save me from it all Ground below, embrace me Dark the soul that saves me, you save

When demagogues and liars Are taking on the world Feeding on envy and fear When hateful agitators Are stirring up

Father, you helped us to build it right Intruder, you destroyed the land’s pride Hunger, can’t you see it in

Скажи, скажи мне рыцарь Свою судьбу узнать ли хочешь ты? Скажи, скажи мне рыцарь Старухе ведомы пути Я вижу, вижу