The Storm
Cause my friend, how do you roll?
Where do you come from, 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, you 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 amigo, ¿cómo te va?
¿De dónde vienes, a dónde vas?
Porque puedo verlo en tus manos
Que no eres un luchador, pero has bailado antes.
Así que mantendrás al mundo a raya, guardarás tus secretos y tus cicatrices.
Pero has estado resistiendo la tormenta
Y ha estado soplando fuerte.
Porque no esperará por ti, porque no espera a nadie.
Porque somos los fugitivos, y seguiremos corriendo por nuestras vidas.
Porque ni 1 ni 100 hombres, podrían impedirnos aferrarnos a nuestro orgullo.
Porque ha estado soplando fuerte, y no esperará por nadie.
Oh y no dejaré nada a la tumba
Seguiremos corriendo con las masas, solo para mostrarles el camino.