All the cities
And all the books I have,
I can easily, burn it,
I can burn it.
All the cities
And all the books I have,
I can burn it,
Cause the evil is behind, me
This day is hard
Alone in a room,
To go where,
Traveling with some
Kinds of feelings …
This day is hard
Alone in a room,
To go where,
Traveling with some
Kinds of feelings …
Crushed by winter,
Month of January
All faces felt down
Right in front of me.
What else to say,
Where else to go,
What else to say ?
All the guns
And political moods,
I can easilly hold them in my hands
And burn it !
Yeah, burn it !
All the guns
And political moods,
I can easilly hold them in my hand
And burn it !
I can burn it
Cause the evil is behind,
This day is hard
Alone in a room,
This day is hard
Where I can go
Traveling with some
Kinds of feelings …
This day is hard
To go where ?
Traveling with some
Certain of feelings …
Some kinds of feelings !
Crushed by winter,
Month of January
All faces felt down
Right in front of me.
What else to say,
Where else to go,
What else to say ?