Oooooo
in usual bounds.
spring time.
Far away in another land
Another mother is looking for time
She is the mother of my enemy
She starts her child
And the baby starts to haveFrom
her head
banget
Come,
thief,
enter your doom
The black ones that Ares
greets for their sorrow
He had years to get drunk
and his thirst to be quenched
from the
tears of
their eyes.
Years passed and days
and thousands
of bullets
drifted amongst the speeders.
some eyes that are closing,
that
are asking
for those who have not yet come.
that are asking for those who have not yet come.
