В колонках играет - wasting love, by Iron Maden

вчера ехал с театра, жуткого спектакля в гениальном исполонении. и как всегда навеяло:

Rainwalkers, what are we looking for
Don’t we know, there’s nothing else for us
Can’t we see, there’ nothing in the sky
That’s bringing up to night our happiness to us

We’re trying to catch our happiness
In drops of heaven’s gory
We’re still walking under rain
An’ don’t know how far is our glory

We are rainwalkers
We are rainwalkers

We just don’t know what we really need
We are walking under rain, and feel we’re indeed
Can’t we feel that saving wind is blowing away

Rainwalkers, we in crowd we are alone
It doesn’t matter, who is around of us
That’s nothing pretty, while we are still alive
But we get funny, when our rain has come

We’re trying to catch our happiness
In drops of heaven’s gory
We can get the fight with a loneliness
An’ bring end of another story

We are rainwalkers
We are rainwalkers

Already know what we really need
Just walk under rain, and feel that we are
We’re still alive, only under this rain

Rainwalkers, what are we looking for
We’re forever locked in cage of our soul
We’re forever frizzed in front of fire
And becoming hot just in the cold

We trying to catch our happiness
And it is only our glory
We trying to bring another end
End of the happy story
Oh, heaven’s gory

We are rainwalkers
We are rainwalkers

Already know what we really need
Just walk under rain, and feel that we are
We’re still alive, only under this rain

Rainwalkers, what are you living for...


можете сказать что это смесь show must go on, rough boy, и is this love, и в принципе не ошибетесь))