Monday, March 12, 2007

Με τις αναμνήσεις ενός ταξιδιού, κατάστρωμα, μια νύχτα με πεντακάθαρο ουρανό. Αφιερωμένο στις δυσκολίες που συναντήσαμε και κυρίως σε αυτές που θα βρούμε μπροστά μας. Όλα είναι μέσα στο παιχνίδι.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

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