[объект медиа] If pictures could talk there'd be too many voices If sorrow could scream I'd be deaf in a day I beg my memories to slowly fade away Too many voices If pain could've been seen there'd be too many faces wherever I'd go, I'd rather be blind And in the darkest night I'd loose my guiding light but you I'll find even if I'm blind Follow me, but I don't know where I'm going Follow me ...