Gudvin - У каждого на свете боль своя

И наковальне больно, и огню, и молоту, ударившему тоже.
Does everything in this world feel the pain?
From the broken stones to the falling rain.
Does the night cry when the sun takes the sky?
Every goodbye leaves a tear in the eye.
And we're all just shadows in the storm, seeking shelter,
Trying to stay warm.