Kishore Kumar Hits

Have No Heroes - Funeral of the genre şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Have No Heroes

albüm: Letters To Nowhere


If that's a funeral of the genre
I'll be the last nail in the coffins top
Hard and unbendable ill strictly stand on my own
Bottle still long till the bottom
Its half an hour till the morning lights
My words and my thoughts are sticking together so tight
I'll be stuck in the throat like fishbone
I'm not giving up this fight
What the morning brings doesn't matter
I'll be living the world with my pride
Soldiers are standing in sorrow this is our last parade
What the morning brings doesn't matter
We have the common fate
When the grave will be covered in flowers
And our flags all painted in blood
I will consider that the rotten regime had enough
The cities will be burned into ashes
By irrepressible flames of our hearts
The brand-new system should be built from the start
I'll be stuck in the throat like fishbone
I'm not giving up this fight
What the morning brings doesn't matter
I'll be living the world with my pride
Soldiers are standing in sorrow this is our last parade
What the morning brings doesn't matter
We have the common fate

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