Hassisen Kone
History 1980 - 82
Here on the Road
Morning, the bed is strange, the cold walls exude pain
Yesterday attacks ¤ like an angry wind, it tears, shreds and tortures
Yesterday I owned the pain, I fell asleep to fear and a dream that oppresses
And the pain does not forget me, it does not Leave me alone
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And I walk this empty road
To a house called home
Even though there's no one there for me
I'm alone here ¤ on an empty road
I'm alone on this empty road
On this road, on this road
Evening, table is familiar, strange faces open their mouths
Emptiness surrounds us and pain, and no one dares to start spring
Night comes and throws us into the empty streets again< br/>Dark streets like thousands of bridges lead from darkness to darkness
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