The streets of tarmac are straight as a die With steel fingers clawing at the sky Inside the wall of the citadel Yellow chariots race Peasants and their peasants' smells Hungry enough to touch your face.
The beasts from the end of the century Adorn themselves with jewellery Inside the wall of the citadel Yellow chariots race Peasants and their peasants' smells Hungry enough to touch your face.
Their eyes they change colour from grey to green And when they're blue they weigh the scene The endless games played in the timeless zone Remind me all roads lead to Rome. Inside the wall of the citadel Yellow chariots race Peasants and their peasants' smells Hungry to touch your frightened face. All roads lead to Rome All roads lead to Rome All roads lead to Rome All roads lead to RomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
