if the stack is high against
and the hammers
and the time that´s yours
in your hands
Oh, my sentimental
the fast must reach an end
one day
(refrão)
One day
when I didnt die a thousand times
where I could satisfy this life of mine one small day
One day
where every hour could a joy to me and
live a life the way it´s meant to be one small day
Lying face down on the cold stone
One day
where I didn´t die a thousand times
where I could satisfy this life of mine one
day
where every hour could be a joy to me
and live a life its meant to be one
day
(repeat and fade)