Fritz Kalkbrenner - Facing The Sun | Текст песни

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• Fritz Kalkbrenner
• Facing The Sun

We will facing the sun,
waiting for these tings to come
We smiling high
watching the good things passing by
Pretend the feeling fine,
but inside we're crying sometimes
It ain't what it seems,
nothing but a dream
And the faces get void
and the lights getting thin
And the roads become uneven,
so we don't know where we've been
And those who doubt us,
will soon believe
We are never supposed
to win or even to achieve