I'm going fast down the white slope, I can't see where I am The slap of wind and snow on my face And their agents are chasing me : I shot their president... There's a price on my head, we're on a race !
Descending fast, the pain exhausts, no longer feel my legs The noise of their snowmobiles getting near I must go on 'cos they have guns, they want to shoot me down I must be careful, I can't see the ground clear
(chorus) Through the white hell I made my way Chased by their agents, running away From my death !
(Solos : M / C)
And suddenly in front of me, I see a big fissure I'm afraid I can't pass, it seems too wide Anyway I don't have the choice, it is this or be killed I head straight, jump and land on the other side
Now they are blocked, but the way's clear and they are shooting at me Until now I have escaped them quite well I jump over a big crag, and I go on faster I don't want to die in this white hell
(repeat chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
