Today is the holiday
Today is the day we losing our faith
Stay on the floor on bended knees
And pray to the walls
No passion no love
No dreams no sky above our heads
Let's celebrate
Today is the day of loosing our faith
We gonna get drunk
We gonna get blind
We gonna try to hate what we loved
Yesterday
And then crawl away
To celebrate
Today is the holiday
The year made of twelve Octobers of pain
Lie on the floor
Pretend to be cat
And let out your claws
No passion no love
No dreams no sky above our heads
Let's celebrate
Today is the day of loosing our faith
We gonna get drunk
We gonna get blind
We gonna try to hate what we loved
Yesterday
And then crawl away
To celebrate
18 October 1993, Moscow
The Holiday
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