Strange Days (Берлога на радио Сибирь)

Текст песни Mat Mchugh - Strange Days (Берлога на радио Сибирь)

All last night
Well I dreamt I was free
Free from both truth and love
And they were free from me
Dressed up like a businessman
Making money off of war
Messed up as a politician
Taking money from the poor
No longer weighed down
By respect, nor decency
No blood, no faith
Found no place for them to be
And I wore my crown
Like a liar's sword
Cursed at the ground
That I've been walking on

I've been walking on

All last night
Well I dreamt I was cold
Started up a fire burning
Us out of control
A face I barely recognize
Was staring out from the smoke
Then, pointed at my blackened heart
But the broken voice then spoke
Said, 'plans are only wrecking balls
Then life gets on its way
There's more to this than I recall
Probably more than I could say
And if hate shall be your weapon
Lonely death shall be your toll
And if profit is your motive
Then emptiness your soul
Emptiness your soul

All last night
Well I dreamt I was gone
Nothing left but ashes
A bitter taste upon your tongue
Shadows in the market
Where as a child I had once played
Abandoned in the evening
Like a bloodless serenade
Every moment crashing
Through my mind, cold like the wind
That whistles down the promenade
Where my love and I had been
No countenance, no reason
For the things I may have done
Left stripped and standing naked
In the place that I begun

All come undone

Saw these strange days ...