Some are born to wander blind And some are born to endless night But not this one! Feeling our youth go through our fingers Like a razor to the bone Let's burn the dry brush of our hearts And fill them with song once more Deserts without mirages Generations without rain Let's shoot like rockets through the sky And leave this world in flames
- STRAST…
Neki su ro|eni za slijepo lutanje A neki su ro|eni za beskrajnu no} Ali ne i ja! (but not this one!) Osje}amo kako nam mladost prolazi kroz prste Kao britva kroz kosti (like a razor to the bone) Zapalimo suhu {ikaru na{ih srca I ispunimo ih pjesmom jo{ jednom Pustinje bez opsjena Generacije bez ki{e Uzletimo kao rakete kroz nebo I ostavimo ovaj svijet u plamenu