Τετάρτη, 21 Ιουνίου 2017

The desert awaits, and I am coming




I
Don't want to die here
The concrete doesn't speak to me
I don't want to die here
I cannot dream
Here the soul doesn't rest
While the city moves forward
Every endless night
Turns sicker and I fall

I
Don't want to die here
The concrete doesn't speak to me
I don't want to die here
Thoughts fly high
That the desert awaits
And I'm coming...