Бегущий с ножницами в даль, оставь позади свою печаль. Сгорая на своем пути твой брат не знал куда идти. Бегущий с ножницами в закат, он был ни в чем не виноват. Сквозь петли,лезвия и боль, твой брат умножил жизнь на ноль.
Познав всей юности итог, читай наши мысли между строк. И пусть в твоем доме огонь и дым, выходи из воды сухим.
Познав всей юности итог, читай наши мысли между строк. И пусть мы все сгорим, но ты сгорая сам,путь освещай другим. Running with scissors into the distance , leaving behind their sadness . Burning on its way Your brother did not know where to go . Running with scissors into the sunset , he was in no way to blame . Through hinges , blade and pain Your brother lives multiplied by zero .
Having known throughout his youth up, read our thoughts between the lines. And let your house with fire and smoke , Come out of the water dry .
Having known throughout his youth up, read our thoughts between the lines. And may we all will burn but you're burning yourself, the way you light another .