You smiled every morning to the sun
You had something to dream on
You couldn't imagine that a day [bad word] When you will have no shoulder to lean on

Who do you [bad word] 
What do you see?

Stumbling so bad again and again
Can you tell me when will it end?
It's a pity to feel this pain
After everythung you have made

Who do you [bad word] 
What do you see?

So this is how a pocket full of dreams [bad word] a pile of the broken bricks

Who can you [bad word]  What do you see?
No shoulder to cry on, no place to be
When you fly so high it hurts to fall
With no man on the ground to hear your call

So this is how a pockeful of dreams [bad word] a pile of the broken bricks
You are a pile of broken bricks
pile of broken bricks