The Storm
Cause my friend, how do you roll?
Where do you come from and where do you go?
Cause i can see it in your hands
That you're not a fighter, but you've had your dance before.
So you'll keep the world at bay, keep your secrets and your scars.
But you've been weathering the storm
And it's been blowing hard.
Cause it won't wait for you, because it waits for no one.
Cause we are the fugitives, and we'll keep running for our lives.
Cause 1 nor 100 men, could keep us from clinging to our pride
Cause it's been blowing hard, and it'll wait for no one.
Oh and i'm not leaving nothing to the grave
We'll keep running with the masses, just to show them the way.
La tormenta
Porque mi amigo, ¿cómo se va?
¿De dónde vienes y a dónde vas?
Porque puedo verlo en tus manos
Que no eres un luchador, pero ya has bailado antes
Así que mantendrás el mundo a raya, guardarás tus secretos y tus cicatrices
Pero has estado sobrellevando la tormenta
Y ha estado soplando fuerte
Porque no te esperará, porque no espera a nadie
Porque somos los fugitivos, y seguiremos corriendo por nuestras vidas
Porque 1 o 100 hombres, podría evitar que nos aferremos a nuestro orgullo
Porque ha estado soplando fuerte, y no esperará a nadie
Oh, y no voy a dejar nada a la tumba
Seguiremos corriendo con las masas, sólo para mostrarles el camino