I wanted, I've always wanted.
These feelings of mine are cormorant.
The heart made of stone sank deep in swamp.
His/her voice isn't heard, all alone.
We're always young towards the end.
Night arrives and ships sink.
Food tables are prepared at bars,
With dry and rotten fruits.
Bomb for your love, tea and soup...
Kings won't get off of our backs, they're spitting on our path.
Take it from its one end and let it go into space
The knot that has been yearnin to be untied..
These things are neither a king's crown,
nor a quick money,
But they are poor people's legacy.
They are medication for pain, they are medication for pain.
Who belongs to who, your eyes are crazy.
Does this season even have an end to it?
Soils that get mixed with poison sealed his heart.
All he has got is a sprinkle of soul, pour it more, he has no tomorrow
Wind blows on the poor people, only people who burn with pain will understand our situation.
I'm content with my fate, with my sorrow, with what I'm worth. Hear your heart, say your wish.
I hope we get a garden and it swallow our tongue.
Sure someone who knows how to do it will untie the knots.
These things are neither a king's crown,
nor a quick money,
But they are poor people's legacy.
They are medication for pain, they are medication for pain.
These things are neither a king's crown,
nor a quick money,
But they are poor people's legacy.
They are medication for pain, they are medication for pain.