Tonight you leave a home
You wanna take a Walk-In-Rain
You want to become fog
To forget all enjoy the Pain
The phantom of your dreams
He touches eyes
He touches hands
You swim along the stream
It is the way in SilenceLand
Cold dirty mist of dope -
The silence life, the silence death
The Walk-In-Rain goes on...
Not weakened not over yet...
1997
Авторское исполнение - группа the N.A.T. http://www.litprichal.ru/work/38813/