Roaming round, poking irons into the soil
With numb arms in the morning sun
I feed the roots shedding blood and sweat
The sun doesn’t give anyone a moment’s peace,
the dead fountains destroy themselves
There’s no sign of rain in the horizon
The only thing left are the stones stained with blood
The leaves burn on mysterious hot coal
I wanna heal the way and say goodbye forever
The smell of treason permeates the pain that dilacerates me
Erasing the traces of my struggle
When the train passes by... As the wind blows...
A long and sad passage of time
Hides so many experiences and torments
In the bodies left for the morning dogs
The leaves burn on the mysterious hot coal
I wanna heal the ways and say goodbye forever!

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