Из альбома: Talk Of The Devil
(A.Bolshakov, lyrics by O.Gorbunoff)
Talk Of The Devil
and he's sure to come
Thinking of Evil
and things will go wrong
On this small wild planet
we live and die
We keep on messing
through space and time
I could be a preacher,
I bet I could be
But I'm just a creature
who's born to sin
Born to Sin
Born to Cry
Born to Live
Born to Die
Here comes,
Here comes a brand new dawn
Who knows, who cares
If you went wrong?
We talk of the Devil
he wouldn't come
We're thinking of Evil
and nothing goes wrong
Get Crazy, mean world
No end to war
Breaking all rules
We got no choice