Take my cold hand marked by time I'll be immortal fire The skin is stained with sufferance The road smell is raising
The road's too long to be crossed alone Night's falling with our weak breath
Marching down the road We can hear the voice The voice of stars that makes us Life passengers
It's so strange to live With a real cry Future accepts us for what We really are
The road's too long to be crossed alone Night's falling with our weak breath
Marching down the road We can hear the voice The voice of stars that makes us Life passengersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
