IRC-Galleria

I wonder how many sleepless nights you have to count before you can find your way,
After how many lives are lost, will the strife end?
Clowns that cannot be saved, just tumbling atop of history.
Like someone once said before; the answer is in the wind.

How many times must your face be hit, before you turn away, before you stop preteding you dont notice;
How much pain must you endure before you can smile freely;
If you must accept defeat again, still bound by rusted chains?
Like someone once said before; the answer is in the wind.

Your voice is strained and your hands are gripping tightly,
You're waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change.
With the faint power of a tiny love,
Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced.

Pitiful frauds working their puzzles of lies,
Foolish romanticists gracefully entertain with their clumsiness,
The premonition of the coming day when history will mean nothing.
Like someone once said before; the answer is in the wind.

Your voice is strained and your hands are gripping tightly,
You're waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change.
With the faint power of a tiny love,
Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced.

raadeltu sieluni ja ruumini antakaa minulle voimaa viimeiseen ponnistukseen sillä minä annan kaikkeni teidän vuoksenne. En minä näin tämän halunnu menevän. Antakaa anteeksi minulle sillä minä loin sen sodan mitä olette kunniakkaasti sotinut minun vierellä. Käykää viimeiseen hyökkäyseen rinnallani sillä tulevaisuus on oleva meidän

"sempre fi my friends and glory of my burning heart"