The city is tired of the pain

The city is tired of the pain, the city is tired of the wind The city of the soul tried very hard to warm itself Only under a layer of ashes is the theme of love forbidden The fog hides confusion, revealing false peace The city of forgotten destinies, the city of forgotten love Souls have been without wings for a long time, as they wait for the verdict In the gray dawns of everyday life with faith in the friends of the murdered They sit silently by the windows and eat without hope Should I fight, the wind howled mournfully I was exhausted from the effort to keep the fire going Why are you hearts pounding sleepily, unhurriedly Here they are - the stars, nearby, just hold out your palm And having broken the clouds, the sky opened to the souls The sky was raining stars down with golden fire In order not to get lost, it is important to listen to each other To hear, and maybe we'll start to come alive again The city is tired of the pain, the city is tired of the wind The city of the soul tried very hard to warm itself Only under a layer of ashes is the theme of love forbidden The fog hides confusion, revealing false peace