Текст песни Corey Heuvel - Crimson Fools
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Far across a land of steel and windows
Deep beneath a warm and cloudy dome
Countless voices sit and cry about which way the wind blows
And walk through fire to save their own
Who will guide them now
They must keep awake somehow
Their crimson fool reflections keep fear away
To where only a glance can remain
With soft eyes they wince through the cold
And in dark times they wait to grow old
They talk with their minds wide open
But they move with their hands against the wall
Forgetting each and every tie they've broken
Looking for tomorrow to end it all
What the signs don't show
They can never know
Deep beneath a warm and cloudy dome
Countless voices sit and cry about which way the wind blows
And walk through fire to save their own
Who will guide them now
They must keep awake somehow
Their crimson fool reflections keep fear away
To where only a glance can remain
With soft eyes they wince through the cold
And in dark times they wait to grow old
They talk with their minds wide open
But they move with their hands against the wall
Forgetting each and every tie they've broken
Looking for tomorrow to end it all
What the signs don't show
They can never know
Далеко через землю из стали и окон
Глубоко под теплым и облачным куполом
Countless voices sit and cry about which way the wind blows
And walk through fire to save their own
Who will guide them now
They must keep awake somehow
Их размышления о малиновом дураке держат страх.
To where only a glance can remain
With soft eyes they wince through the cold
And in dark times they wait to grow old
They talk with their minds wide open
But they move with their hands against the wall
Forgetting each and every tie they've broken
Looking for tomorrow to end it all
What the signs don't show
Они никогда не узнают
Глубоко под теплым и облачным куполом
Countless voices sit and cry about which way the wind blows
And walk through fire to save their own
Who will guide them now
They must keep awake somehow
Их размышления о малиновом дураке держат страх.
To where only a glance can remain
With soft eyes they wince through the cold
And in dark times they wait to grow old
They talk with their minds wide open
But they move with their hands against the wall
Forgetting each and every tie they've broken
Looking for tomorrow to end it all
What the signs don't show
Они никогда не узнают