Текст песни Кадышева — Think Of England

In the grip of a winter came, love and greed
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat

I was alone at the front line
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I’m still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess

I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
Can't see the picture
(Aaaahh…)
Can't see the picture
(Aaaahh…)
Can't see the picture