Black sunday (исполнитель: Cold)
I can't breath at all It hurts to think that time could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can't sleep at all Now you're gone away I can't fake this anymore Guess I could blame it all on God's game or explain what my life's for [bad word] Caught in a winters rain I can't remember a word you said Take away my fear please hold on to me I'm falling Falling I will trade it all for another day just to feel you and your warmth but even pictures fade Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can't see at all did you fly away Did the stars shine bright for you Guess I could blame it all on God's game it was fate that carried you [bad word] You always take away Take away Take away [bad word] x2] and I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling