People fight on the streets tonight
and I’ve thrown
my guns
out of the windows
My love affairs
are not making noise
and I, being wrapped into my skin
am waiting for the last cry
Goodbye my friends
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
Goodbye my friends
wrapped up now into my skin
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
I’ve been in the desert
for two days
solitude has taken care
of my wounds
but confusion
was stunning me with scent
and now I’m ready to flyght
under another sky
Goodbye my friends
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
Goodbye my friends
wrapped up now into my skin
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
and I’ve thrown
my guns
out of the windows
My love affairs
are not making noise
and I, being wrapped into my skin
am waiting for the last cry
Goodbye my friends
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
Goodbye my friends
wrapped up now into my skin
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
I’ve been in the desert
for two days
solitude has taken care
of my wounds
but confusion
was stunning me with scent
and now I’m ready to flyght
under another sky
Goodbye my friends
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
Goodbye my friends
wrapped up now into my skin
I’ll be on tracks of the tears
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