Текст песни
Flowers
Are hiding in the night,
They are waiting
For the sun.
Bodies
Are covered by the scars,
We are victims
Of the summer’s end.
Fingers
Are breaking cigarettes,
Ashes falling
On the ground.
Dark wings
Are rising on the east,
Pain is rising
Above.
It is miracle.
It is miracle.
It's just… a….
Just a fucking miracle.
