It does not matter if they just play
The first chord of the song
We write the rest in crooked lines
On the doors of perception
On Bathroom Walls
In the leaves that autumn brings to the ground
In story books we will be the memory of the days to come
If they will come
It does not matter if they just play
The first verse of the song
We write the rest without too much haste
Very accurately
We are interested in what was not printed
And it's still written by hand
Written by candlelight almost in the dark
Away from the crowd
We are an army, the army of only one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
We are an army, the army of only one man
Without flag
Without borders
To defend
To defend
It does not matter if they just play
The first chord of the song
We write the rest and the rest is rest
It's fake
Fake blood, Italian bang-bang
False Swing, American Tourist
Free from this story, our trajectory does not need explanation
And it has no explanation
We are an army, the army of only one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
We are an army, the army of only one man
Without flag
Without borders
To defend
To defend
It does not matter what common sense says
It does not matter what the king says
If the game has no judge
There is no outlaw move
It does not matter what the saying goes
It does not matter what the state says
We speak another language
We live in another country
We are an army, the army of only one man
In the difficult exercise of living in peace
In this army, the army of only one man
Everybody knows
That whatever
Be guilty
Or be able
Whatever...