The loneliness hurts so much, You’re really close, but I don’t feel your touch. And the window was my door, When I had to cry lying on the floor. No comprehension in the room of silence, Stones on my lungs become the violence. The map in my head shows a way of espace, Because I’m a man sleeping under the cape. There is no dream, there is no fight. Here comes the dusk, the day becomes the night. I beg for freedom, I will use it well, Hearing: “Are you kidding? Welcome to the hell!”
A call of freedom to save us, The call of freedom dies last.
When I left the hell, I would choose my way, But I lost my mind which I would say. Nothing is changed, I see old trees, But lots of friends become enemies. The soul is hurt, the brain is torn, I ask my mother: “Why was I born?” The life is turning and I am sick, And all my problems- it’s a bit thick! There is no road, there is no sign, My life is tasting like a moldy wine. I yell to freedom, it’s my everything, To the consolation I will get nothing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
