Текст песни Steven Wilson - Refuge

Текст:

REFUGE (Steven Wilson) Here in the wreckage The winter is hard, I sleep in the same clothes That I dragged through the mud. And if you ask me Nothing's changed, There's nowhere else I can go, So I stay. We're writhing rats, We make beds in the straw. And then we build houses, Paint our names on the door. And if you ask me again, Is this life? I don't see I have a choice, But I still smile. And bide my time. I who have no roots And nowhere to go. And as for the future, Well, I really don't know. But if you ask me, I will nod. But if you ask me... Here I am Here I am My dear wife And my children of God, The borders were already drawn for us. Hold on to life In this refuge of dirt And search for a place you can breathe again. It's not a crime. I'd love to see you again Sometime soon, But will you give back to me now What you stole?

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