I know it's hard, in a world gone mad To find no truth, to understand And I know it's hard, to turn the page To walk a line, to have the faith Sometimes
Překlad: Popelka. Přes déšť.
[Rafael S.] A lot of things were not said And others were left behind The circle was closed too fast A half cut line rests Conflicts were not resolved
Paso la tormenta, ya paso el vendaval, lagrimas y cenizas el viento las llevara. Solo quedan las ruinas de un sueno que se fue con vos, los portales
