| Wet Shoes
(scritta dopo la tempesta al campo estivo di due anni fa)
Wet shoes,wet wings, dirty nails and dirty things.
Tend down, water in, screaming on storming wind.
Wet shoes, wet soul, hail stones hits on his face.
Cursing life, walking in shit, and it's his mind that's givin' in
Walking in the rain, angry wind throw him to the ground Screaming in the rain, it's your soul that's falling down Hungry in the rain, there be no more food into your mouth, Searching for the way...
Wet shoes,wet wings, dirty nails and dirty things.
Tend down, water in, screaming on storming wind.
Wet shoes, wet soul, hail stones its on his face.
Cursing life, walking in shit, and it's his mind that's givin' in
Walking in the rain, angry wind throw him to the ground Screaming in the rain, it's your soul that's falling down Hungry in the rain, there be no more food into your mouth, Searching for the way
and your life will run away... and your life will fade away... and your life will fade away....
Edited by Loré - 15/6/2004, 12:38
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