You say we’re the chosen ones And claim its our only chance You take with you my son But you where have you gone? The flag you shipped him home In Is fading
Now say something I don’t know And spare me the honor play Said and done Short of some Somebody else’s son Fills in
I’m ready I’m ready for the end You know why I’m ready Well it never goes away It turns out
The mill counts a minute pass The sill where the widows wait Its where it all begun His fort command his gun Oh god what have I done For him?
Quem na rua se perde Encontra o que pede Acerta o que mede E conta até errar Que o erro é onde a sorte está Não queira ver
