Оригинален текст
Every minute of every hour while the
men fall on their knees. The clouded
image of their broken dreams face them
& laughing it kicks them to death.
Leaves them bleeding from sadness
& goes leaving just desolation & sorrow.
Every minute of every hour while the
men fall on their knees. The clouded
image of their broken dreams face them
& laughing it kicks them to death.
Leaves them bleeding from sadness
& goes leaving just desolation & sorrow.