Фром естердей

He's a stranger to some 
And a vision to none 
He can never get enough, 
Get enough of the one 

For a fortune he'd quit 
But it's hard to admit 
How it ends and begins 
On his face is a map of the world 
(map of the world) 
On his face is a map of the world 
(map of the world) 
From yesterday, [bad word]  
From yesterday, the fear! 
From yesterday, it calls him 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 

On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of [bad word] 
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn 
From council of one 
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent 

On his face is a map of the world 
(map of the world) 
On his face is a map of the world 
(map of the world) 

From yesterday, [bad word]  
From yesterday, the fear! 
From yesterday, it calls him 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 

On his face is a map of the world 

From yesterday, [bad word]  
From yesterday, the fear! 
From yesterday, it calls him 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
From yesterday, 
From yesterday, 
From yesterday, the fear 
From yesterday, 
From yesterday 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here