Каждую неделю 1000 маленьких слезинок
нежно касаются твоей подушки,
(слышишь, оно идет, слышишь оно идет,
давай же).
Но ты не хочешь упоминать о своей печали,
ты хочешь быть сильным,
ты должен чувствовать,
(слышишь, оно идет, слышишь, оно идет,
давай же).
Тебе нельзя продолжать стоять, давай же,
ты должен остаток дороги пройти.
Почти все, кого мы знаем,
находятся на распутье
и видят себя стоящими недалеко от пропасти.
Может, я найду мелодию для тех,
кто с разбитыми сердцами,
со стрелой в груди
(со стрелой в груди)
(держись, держись, держись).
Всё пройдет,
если мы ручимся друг за друга,
и потом злой дух уйдет домой
(держись, держись, держись).
Что дают нам призывы идти дальше,
когда мы духовно чахнем и дичаем
из-за тысячи внутренних катастроф.
Я никогда не найду подходящих строк.
Как ни горька должна быть ваша песня,
нужно много взывать,
печаль никогда не к лицу.
Ни одна песня не может быть так глубока.
Для тех, кто не знает,
куда он должен отправиться,
в чьем бокале должно быть
полно яду, кого уносит смертью,
убивают, пытают…
Я не верю, что наш создатель этого хотел.
Как ни горька должна быть ваша песня,
нужно много взывать,
печаль никогда не к лицу.
Ни одна песня не может быть так глубока
Hold on
There are a 1000 small tears every week which gently fall on your pillow
(can you hear it coming, can you hear it coming, come on)
But you don't want to mention your grief, you want to be strong, you have to feel
(can you hear it coming, can you hear it coming, come on)
You may not stand still now, come on
You have to walk the rest of the way as well
Nearly all of your friends are at a crossroad
And face the abyss close by
ref.
Maybe I find a melody for those
With a broken heart
With an arrow in their chest, an arrow in their chest
Hold on, hold on, hold on
It will all be over
When we stand up for each other
Then the evil ghost are forced to leave
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Verse 2
What's our benefit in calls for perseverance
When we mentally wither and are being bestialized
By a thousand innerly catastrophes
I never find the suitable stanzas
How sad does your song have to be
One would have to write a lot
The grief could never fit into it
No song can be so deep
ref.
For those who don't know where to go to
Who would love to swallow poison
Who feel killed and tortured
I don't believe that our Creator wanted this
How sad does your song have to be
One would have to scream a lot
Every week 1000 little teardrops
gently touch your pillow,
(you hear, it's coming, you hear it's coming,
come on).
But you do not want to mention your sadness,
you want to be strong,
you must feel,
(you hear, it's coming, you hear, it's coming,
come on).
You can not keep standing, come on,
you must go the rest of the way.
Almost everyone we know,
are at a crossroads
and see themselves standing not far from the abyss.
Maybe I'll find a melody for those,
who with broken hearts,
with an arrow in the chest
(with an arrow in the chest)
(hold on, hold on, hold on).
All will pass,
if we vouch for each other,
and then the evil spirit will go home
(hold on, hold on, hold on).
What give us the calls to go further,
when we spiritually wither and bale
because of thousands of internal disasters.
I'll never find the right lines.
No matter how bitter your song should be,
need a lot to cry,
sadness is never to face.
No song can be so deep.
For those who do not know,
where he should go,
in whose glass should be
full of poison, who carries death,
kill, torture ...
I do not believe that our creator wanted this.
No matter how bitter your song should be,
need a lot to cry,
sadness is never to face.
No song can be so deep
Hold on
There are a 1000 small tears every week which gently fall on your pillow
(can you hear it coming, come on)
You do not want to mention your grief, you want to be strong
(can you hear it coming, come on)
You can not stand still now, come on
You have to walk the rest of the way as well
Nearly all of your friends are at a crossroad
And face the abyss close by
ref.
Maybe I find a melody for those
With a broken heart
With an arrow in their chest, an arrow in their chest
Hold on, hold on, hold on
It will all be over
When we stand up for each other
Then the evil ghost are forced to leave
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Verse 2
What's our benefit in calls for perseverance
When we are mentally wither and are being bestialized
By a thousand innerly catastrophes
I never find the suitable stanzas
How sad does your song have to be
One would have to write a lot
The grief could never fit into it
No song can be so deep
ref.
For those who do not know where to go to
Who would love to swallow poison
Who feel killed and tortured
Wanted this
How sad does your song have to be
One would have to scream a lot