- Жанр
- Альтернативный рок
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Invention
- История создания
- песня про несчастного маляра...
- Альбом
- 6 feet nowhere
- Студия
- home
- Текст
- Your pictures,your red flowers
(in your house under bed).
There you hide from your madness.
You think that you're mad(mad)
You think that you're bad(bad)
You think that you're mad
You can understand me.
you talk with me,with my soul
(when i fall you help me)
Help yourself,you're alone
But you can be free.
You can be my friend,But I can't
Because you're Painter,
You draw my life,my lips,my eyes
That's why I hate you.
I won't cry/when you die
Because i won't have tears
I've lost them now/take back your dumb love
Today i'm gonna kill your pictures.
Maybe then i'll feel this pain(THIS PAIN)
Which you gave me.
there won't be my songs,my soul,and my life without it
(And thank you)
Give me a peace of this pain