Оригинален текст
Waiting for signs
That give sense to what I feel,
Confused, unreal, abused.
Flipping the pages of this fast life
If the next will be the last
What will remain?
Waiting for signs
That give sense to what I feel,
Confused, unreal, abused.
Flipping the pages of this fast life
If the next will be the last
What will remain?