Текст песни
A bed beneath the Moon
So soft and white
Invites the chosen one
To build a stake
We watched him going slowly up
With his pain and dreams
Covered our eyes
With a black veil
The dummies stood
And waved their last farewell
The world in black and white
Became so small
Someone should have found the light
Here or anywhere
To lighten up his
Gloomy face
Gloomy face
Did we need a hero’s death
To believe in a hero’s fate
Must we always have someone to burn?
Do we know the beauty’s price?
Do we pity ourselves?
For the ugliness
And our sickness
Do we live at all ?
The chosen one has made
His bitter way
Took his holy cross
And burned away
Flesh and blood has turned to smoke
We believed in him
When will we forget
His face again
His face again
