The music stopped to fill the night We cant move in this silent room The only sound to poison the air Comes from that man upstairs
His roaring voice screams full of hate He cant forget his glory past But now his only joy in life Is liquids, piss and beer
But we wont tell him, we want to forget these We go on running up that hill We wont tell him, we want to forget these We go on running up that hill Our kind can fly away to Manastir baroue
Sometimes you cannot stand their eyes Fixed on your face, grabbing at your soul You shy away, think of our nights And wish i would be around
But when we meet there in our room Illusions make us raise our fists The sense of secrets everywhere The loathsome one may smear again But we wont tell him, we want to forget these
We go on running up that hill We wont tell him, we want to forget these We go on running up that hill Our kind can fly away to Manastir baroue We wont tell him, we want to forget these...