I have worked like a wolf,
I didn't howl at the moon.
I went to go to war
Every my afternoon.
Constant fights everywhere
For the stars, the orders and the air gate.
The whip for everything
In this too drunken land.
Songs of big soul they sing,
Spit in soul at the end.
So unfair, so unfair, so unfair,
I realized it too late.
This life isn't for a white men.
This life isn't for a black men, mate.
It is life without hope for better fate.
Clear love in someplace,
Pure spring in other space,
The woe isn't knocking at the door.
There's somewhere that the light,
But we aren't on this side.
We can't get in there nevermore.
Also my girlfriend has
Her own personal hell.
But it is empty place,
There's no demons in cell.
Only fear of the dark
And the chance encounter with a stranger.
He is tall with cruel face,
He's a night maniac.
He has one hundred names
In the press almanac.
Then there is everywhere his mark
When dusk falls in the nature.
This life isn't for a white men.
This life isn't for a black men, mate.
It is life without hope for better fate.
Clear love in someplace,
Pure spring in other space,
The woe isn't knocking at the door.
There's somewhere that the light,
But we aren't on this side.
We can't get in there nevermore.
One day I've seen the rats,
Next the plague here it comes
And starts to celebrate
With the torching all homes.
Gives the crosses for all,
Send to Doomsday in the marching orders.
Everyone's just a drunk
Not to howl in the night.
Banquet during the plague,
Who is who – I can't find.
I run, it's how I roll.
Paranoia reigns around the borders...
I run, it's how I roll.
Paranoia reigns around the borders…