I’m in the middle
Of a volcano’s eye
It’s the needle
Of a great damage
And I feel the rage
Of the burning fire
And I don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think I am in a well
And I don’t find the exit.
I’m crossing the fire
Through a great danger
But I would desire
That all things will finish
out of the world’s disaster
And I would want to wish
That you never fall
in the middle of a volcano’s eye.
I’m in the middle
Of a volcano’s eye
And It’s the needle
Of a great damage
And I feel the rage
Of the burning fire
And I don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think I am in a well
And I don’t find the exit.
The world is inside a pocket
Many times we have walked
Through the old burning fire
We are on the thinnest wire
And we can always fall
If we don’t fly like the pigeons
The world is burning
Although it’s still turning
We have a great chance
We can arrive to the change
If we profit our luck
If we profit our luck
We are in the middle
Of a volcano’s eye!
And it’s the needle
Of a great damage
And We feel the rage
Of the old burning fire
And We don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think we are in a well
And we don’t find the exit.
We are in the middle
In the middle
In the middle
Of a volcano’s eye
But we know why!
Of a volcano’s eye
It’s the needle
Of a great damage
And I feel the rage
Of the burning fire
And I don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think I am in a well
And I don’t find the exit.
I’m crossing the fire
Through a great danger
But I would desire
That all things will finish
out of the world’s disaster
And I would want to wish
That you never fall
in the middle of a volcano’s eye.
I’m in the middle
Of a volcano’s eye
And It’s the needle
Of a great damage
And I feel the rage
Of the burning fire
And I don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think I am in a well
And I don’t find the exit.
The world is inside a pocket
Many times we have walked
Through the old burning fire
We are on the thinnest wire
And we can always fall
If we don’t fly like the pigeons
The world is burning
Although it’s still turning
We have a great chance
We can arrive to the change
If we profit our luck
If we profit our luck
We are in the middle
Of a volcano’s eye!
And it’s the needle
Of a great damage
And We feel the rage
Of the old burning fire
And We don’t know how
To go through that hell
I think we are in a well
And we don’t find the exit.
We are in the middle
In the middle
In the middle
Of a volcano’s eye
But we know why!
Contributed by Carles Viadel - 2008/4/14 - 11:11
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