The endless chapter I’ve been travelling all that time Lost faces of my children Sweet face of my bride So much time I can’t remember Blue sound of guitar strings There’s no need to be pretender Ain’t no reason to cover wings Now I’m staring at this picture In an album I have seen No need to force the vision To look at your sins
Traveller of the desert Sand is only need Cause I’m like big empty bottle That needs to be filled
Put on a mask You might think storm is fast But no one gets to the point Without a simple test How much ammo in the bag? Where’s your cigarette? Where are you going In hell we gonna rest Somehow it comes to the end If bullets still have might No reason to write poems When we can’t make it’s right
Traveller of the desert Sand is only need Cause I’m like big empty bottle That needs to be filled
No chapters here not a single word Let the storm take you till you destroy more