Сегодня день Рождения Роберта Смита. Музыканта. Поэта. И просто гения. Его музыка незаметно проникает в сердце и остается там навсегда. Его слова становятся отражением наших чувств и настроений. Его голос заставляет смеяться и плакать. Его глаза - это глаза ангела, которого каким-то чудом занесло на нашу грешную землю....

С днем рождения, Роберт! Мы любим тебя, и не обижайся на нашу необъективную критику - она следствие нашей любви! Вдохновения, здоровья и чтоб в личной жизни все было. хорошо. =)

FAITH (Париж,12 марта, 2008)
Catch me if i fall, I'm losing hold...
i can't just carry on this way
and every time i turn away
lose another blind game
the idea of perfection holds me...
suddenly i see you change
everything at once the same
but the mountain never moves...

Rape me like a child christened in blood
painted like an unknown saint
there's nothing left but hope...
your voice is dead and old and always empty
trust in me through closing years
perfect moments wait...
if only we could stay
please, say the right words
or cry like the stone white clown
and stand lost forever in a happy crowd...

no-one lifts their hands, no-one lifts their eyes
justified with empty words, the party just gets better and better...

i went away alone with nothing left but faith...

I'll wait for you where I always wait
Beside the sign that sells
Look for you where I always wait
Beside the sign that sells
All you say is this one word
This can't work again
Can't work again
Not with me and you
Not with me and you
Can't work again like this
Not with me and you
Can't work anymore like this
Not with me and you
Not with me and you
Say
It can't work anymore like this
Not with me and you
With me and you
Not with me and you

There's nothing left
But faith
There's nothing left
But faith
There's nothing left
But faith