Im looking trough the foreign window
To the foreign sky
And I can’t find a single familiar star
I travelled the roads back and forth and I looked behind to see my tracks disappear.
But if I have a decent pack of cigarets,
Means that everything is not so bad for today and the ticket for the plane with the silverfish wing,leaves just shadow to the earth on its way to the sky
And no one choose the guilt over vine
And no one wanted grabbing the fire
Without music you know,there’s no glory in death,without music no one would want to stay.
But if you have a decent pack of cigarettes means that everything is not to bad for today and the ticket for the plane with the silverfish wing,leaves just shadow on the earth on it’s way to the clouds...