Temple Of Love (исполнитель: Mr. Irish Bastard)
With the fire from the fireworks up above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand [bad word] for cover in the temple of love [bad word] for another but still the same For the wind will blow my name across this land In the temple of love you hide together Believing pain and fear outside But someone near you rides the weather And the tears he cried will rain on walls As wide as lovers eyes In the temple of love: shine like thunder In the temple of love: cry like rain In the temple of love: hear my calling In the temple of love: hear my name And the devil in black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black [bad word] carry me far away With the sunlight died and night above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside [bad word] for cover in the temple of love [bad word] for another it's all the same For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside With the fire from the fireworks up above With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain [bad word] for cover in the temple of love I shine like thunder cry like rain And the temple grows old and strong But the wind blows longer cold and long And the temple of love will fall before This black wind calls my name to you no more In the black sky thunder sweeping Underground and over water Sounds of crying weeping will not save Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar All your prayers must seem as nothing Ninety-six below the wave When stone is dust and only air remains And the devil in black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black [bad word] carry me far away In the temple of love: shine like thunder In the temple of love: cry like rain In the temple of love: hear my calling In the temple of love: hear my name With the fire from the fireworks up above With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain you [bad word] for cover in the temple of love I shine like thunder cry like rain And the temple grows old and strong But the wind blows longer cold and long And the temple of love is falling Down