There at the borders Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life We run and run in circles Till the world stops spinning round (Run in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence) Till remaining breathless, panting Overwhelmed by laughter Starry skies of stains Ultimately sorry Uneducated random strokes of pain It's a chain going backwards through the veins Must sew up this wound and run away I can feel their strength Through crooked-lightning desert pathways Run and run and run the pathways branching off through time Two lone-wolves shared the utmost silence of the time (run, run the pathways as you share the uttermost of silence) Trieste Italiana - Trieste ItalianaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
