Rise Like a fist, like a figure Like a wounded beast Not scared to look death in the eye Like a mother whose life won't ever be the same Like all the young ones left behind whose dads won't come back
You're all wrong, Empty souls, just like your shells Je suis Charlie, je n'suis pas mort I'm not afraid to die, I will stand proud Je suis le Bataclan A mind fed with lies, a soul dies What's left of this boy? Now it's time to die, for a god, for a cause Others made up, others made up
A wave of hatred is coming down
You're all wrong Empty soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
