They spit their hate in our faces And look without heart They just took all away for them And then they said is okay, hey. I think the problem got name And is the fear who is killing our faith I will survive in this grey jail To be a soldier you cant lie yourself I try to be a better woman in this cold land Is many-many-many trouble to be no-strong So much people who needs love and care So many one who got money and no soul nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
