This is the room, the start of it all
No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall
I've seen the nights
filled with bloodsport and pain
And the bodies obtained
The bodies obtained...
Where will it end?
Where will it end?
(...)
This is the car at the edge of the road
There's nothing disturbed,
all the windows are closed
I guess you were right
when we talked in the heat
There's no room for the weak
no room for the weak
Where will it end? Where will it end?
This is the room, the start of it all
Through childhood, through youth
I remember it all
Oh I've seen the nights
filled with bloodsport and pain
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall
I've seen the nights
filled with bloodsport and pain
And the bodies obtained
The bodies obtained...
Where will it end?
Where will it end?
(...)
This is the car at the edge of the road
There's nothing disturbed,
all the windows are closed
I guess you were right
when we talked in the heat
There's no room for the weak
no room for the weak
Where will it end? Where will it end?
This is the room, the start of it all
Through childhood, through youth
I remember it all
Oh I've seen the nights
filled with bloodsport and pain
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
SOCORRO!
ResponderSuprimirVaya...
ResponderSuprimir¡Uf!
Cómo puede una canción tener tantos matices, que lo mismo habla de la guerra que de cómo las tortas que te van dando en la vida te hacen perder la fe en la humanidad. Yo, definitivamente la he perdido. Creo que nos hemos echado a perder como género (los seres humanos), pero que aún hay unas pocas personas que valen la pena. Eso si ¿dónde están?. Y cuando estás mal, parece que nunca se va a acabar...
UN BESO ENOOOOOORME.