There's a sign in the rain. Every now and again. It is a symbol of hope. In the midst of a catastrophic episode. . In the hour of death. There's a spiritual wealth.
Wrong side of the morning. Watch what you say when every word is a warning. Why don't you just tell me what you're gonna do?. . Hard side of the evening.
We take for granted all the beauty and the life. It's not supposed to be that way. With all the torment and the struggle and the strife. Its up to all of us to see the light again.
There's a vessel and it's sinking at sea.. An apparition that's beckoning me.. As the cold, dark night brings on the sweat, I slowly drift away.. . Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind..
Unutulmuş birer birer. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar. Ne bir selâm, ne bir haber. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar. Unutulmuş birer birer. Eski dostlar, eski dostlar.
Equal rights, equal lefts. Fight for your right. To exist. Equal right, equal lefts. Fight for your right. To exist. Equal right, equal lefts. Fight for your right.
Survival of human is based in knowledge. But actions of men are really fucked. What is the respect for human life?. So many massacres and senseless wars.