Hundred Years Testo

No more visions for a backstreet palace The Doorbell cries you've never heard Just come back to people, come back to life Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face The way of falling The way of falling down No more dreams for a happy nation The journey ends in isolation Nobody changes his horse in race Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face The way of falling The way of falling down No more fruit is growing at the old tree The injured flesh will never be free Under my bonds a thought of violence Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face