Rhythm. Current. The air trembles.
Our pulse is a magnet.
Shadow. Shock. Melts the eyes.
We can't go back anymore.
Come on! Tear it up!
Turn it up louder!
Come on! Tear it up!
Turn it up louder!
Припев
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, we are losing control!
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, take this role!
Jump! Jump!
Inhale. Step. Right to the sound.
Hundreds of thousands of raised hands.
Heat. Drive. A scorched trail.
There are no rules in this night.
Come on! Tear it up!
Turn it up louder!
Come on! Tear it up!
Turn it up louder!
Припев
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, we are losing control!
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, take this role!
Jump! Jump!
Listen to the bass in the silence...
Sweet Pain.
"Jump! Jump!"
Припев
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, we are losing control!
Sweet Pain!
Sweet pain, take this role!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Sweet Pain
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