(A.Bolshakov, lyrics by O.Gorbunoff)
Talk of the Devil
and he`s sure to come
Thinking of Evil
and things will go wrong
On this small wild planet
we live and die
We keep on messing
through space and time
I could be a preacher,
I bet I could be
But I`m just a creature
who`s born to sin
Born to Sin
Born to Cry
Born to Live
Born to Die
Here comes,
Here comes a brand new dawn
Who knows, who cares
If you went wrong?
We talk of the Devil
he wouldn`t come
We`re thinking of Evil
and nothing goes wrong
Get Crazy, mean world
No end to war
Breaking all rules
We got no choice