Toad Forge — Бути живим

Where there's breath, there's rhythm We heal together, and we don't hold back Where there are hands, there's rhythm I return not to weapons — I return to be alive

White walls, and a smile fades away The city breathes calmly, I'm afraid to listen Every whisper, every step — like a shot to the temple Only you calm the storm in my palm

Cold tea on the table, time flowed in the frame We hide this battle in an old program I breathe in your peace, I breathe in this sky I seek no more battles — I need no more

Where there's breath, there's rhythm We heal together, and we don't hold back Where there are hands, there's rhythm I return not to weapons — I return to be alive

I return not to weapons — I return to be alive