My sight is a blurred skyline The blue stream its head inclines
Doubt's river-like Made with cold blood My will's the dyke That stops the flood When anguish grows It overflows so slow
When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west!
I see the river And know I have to cross
Waters carries past with them Never coming back yet
A bitter stone like round distress Suddenly I take and toss
Gushes flow with scum light red Omen of a fast end
When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west!
Doubt! After reflecting I shout: Eagles of the war, march on! Water hasn't got return when it is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.