Вершы: Poets Of The Fall. Roses.

I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held no appeal I've been to places, I've seen the tidings, I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses Paint me the colors of sky and rain Teach me to speak with their voices Show me the way and I'll try again I've heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need, behold the demons that I freed I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat, but healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the seed And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I'd forlorn For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses Paint me the colors of sky and rain Teach me to speak with their voices Show me the way and I'll try again Without you I'm nothing at all And life has the face of a morbid game With you nothing seems impossible It all seems to fit the frame So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses Paint me the colors of sky and rain Teach me to speak with their voices Show me the way and I'll try again