Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries Damned soul, but who will believe it?
Anonymous, misunderstood, unknown rebellion
His life is a contradiction in a paradoxical world His logic is uncertain but his heart is not Heir to a different thought, the greatest wealth that is Convinced to be on the right track, though he has no guides
Desperate to feel superior, not sure of the reasons why A revolutionary without a collective, is he doomed to disappear?
Condemned to silence, but is he really? There are so many questions he can’t answer So much shame he can’t cope with The helplessness is repugnant, but he’s still in denial
Scratching the surface, defining new principles Breathing their animosity, he’s surrounded by their fears Intimidated by their broken dreams Still lost in this chaos History is on its way and it never, it never betrays He knows the impossibility of his desires He’s lying to all but himself, he’s building a fortress
He must dig the black and rocky earth tirelessly Without knowing if it will reveal the keys he’s seeking Life against the tide, a passion still intact A common, faceless hero of a cause not yet known
Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries Damned soul, but who believes it?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
