Я ел сердце оленя убитого мной
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of causes
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
Love
Love
Love