i´ll go by
and i will never smell the nights
they´ll seem to me
like lustreless pebbles
hitting the ocean-floor
in slow-motion
with this sound vanishing in my head
i´ll go by
and you will hold my hand stronger
and i´ll sense your hand going lighter
you´ll become low-tide
on the beach of death
while i´ll overflow itShe is given such pain. She is faced with the evil strain.
She is given no choice. She conquers and can't rejoice.
I see the picture of her standing on the street.
Her coat is white and her hair, black.
I see the picture of her standing on the street,
And she is beautiful.
She has strength beyond compare. She gets past the loss of her hair.
She is given no choice. She conquers and can't rejoice.
I see the picture of her standing on the street.
Her coat is white and her hair, black.
I see the picture of her standing on the street,
And she is beautiful.
She is beautiful.