Roofs of the roots
Eyes of the moon
So much to choose
So few with whom
So few with whom
I can feel well
Seems like world's doomed
And we're living in hell
Hell, there's so much
Wars, crimes and tears
Punch after punch
Fears follow fears
Eyes of the skies
Smile of the Sun
That all's so nice
I'd like to run
I want to run
Far from the walls
Of the third Rome
Its cities and ghosts