soul will reach the sky... Beware! Spirits from heaven or hell sent Neither kingdom I wish But the infinite plenitude of the burning horizon You! That dwells in the air
born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm From Fort Green I sing the song mean Bring the calm
the wind by surprise Voices so demanding Thunder swarms the skies To the north of horizon Over mountains at east There's a call to the lost ones From
all the usual problems, all the habitual farce. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do as if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song