Turbin

Another face, another day
Another promise for a fail
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
So long, I’ll need a holiday
He’s just another castaway
He can’t see the other face of pain
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
Red paint to cover your faith
Great
Gray
Days
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
Great
Gray
Days
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
It’s just a matter of useless old letters
Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
It’s just a matter of useless old letters
Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
Great
Gray
Days
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
Great
Gray
Days
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
(Now I appeal to you, my)
It’s just a matter of useless old letters
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
(Now I appeal to you, my friends)
Great