Roses For The Dead 
(пер.с англ. "Розы для мертвых")

Just to say we're sorry
For the black eyes and bleeding lips
When it's hard to forget
How many lies we told,
Or how we'd grow
Before i said goodbye
So lets scrape our knees on the playground

It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And [bad word] out to play

I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,

Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies,
And start this over again,
And you bring us to our knees,

As [bad word] 
And the story will sell
few hundred papers,
So we'll follow you up!

It's not your fault
You feel okay,
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed,
And [bad word] out to play

I never listened to a word,
You never said,
I never listened to a word,
You never said,

So raise your hands up high,
And let this rain pour on,
So raise your hands up high,
And Wash us away,

Like innocence and childbirth
You look just like your mother,
And you look just like your father

Forgive him our father,
Your son is smiling 
So lay roses around you...