Оригинален текст
Early morning dreary horizon,
aching hands are pulling a millstorie
wailing from the cart
mooning from a shattered heart
He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking of the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin
He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking of the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin
Oh he´s is worn out from maching
and he´s forgetten for what he´s searching
yeh he´s keeps up the stride
god knows that he won´t arrive
He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking of the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin
He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking of the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin