I'm standing in the corner and I'm wiping my shoes
the street of the second army changed
I used to wait for my friends here
my faithful warriors
And when I was at my worst at home
and when I needed a shoulder to cry on
I would wait for my friends here
but no one will come today
Day after day
always the same thing, always the same thing
I'm rolling down the city
like a snowy avallanche, like a snowy avallanche
And when I was at my worst at home
and when I needed a shoulder to cry on
I would wait for my friends here
but no once will come today
I'm rolling down the city