Truth
Of life
Hides between the lines
Close
Your eyes
Hear the voice of lives
Here
They come
Shouts of guns
Hold
My hand
Let's be one again
History is dictating what is love and what is hate
Being puppets for the empty presidents of the dead
Black, white, lonely women want their piece of mother earth
Shall we play this game forever, shall we play it in reverse?

Don't
Forget
Anthem of the saint
March
Of faith
Sheeps with a grateful end
Here
They come
Shouts of guns
Hold
My hand
Let's be one again

History is dictating what is love and what is hate
Being puppets for the empty presidents of the dead
Black, white, lonely women wants their piece of mother earth
Shall we play this game forever, shall we play it in reverse?

Getting out through swamp of lies
And truth was never been described
All the people dare to seek for
Land is not yet occupied
Enigmatic questions of the beauty of the eternal curse
Shall we play this game forever, shall we play it in reverse?