"hope" new song I saw that infant yesterday,
He doesn’t have no worries, no deadly thought, no debts.
Couple of years from now, I know, it is gonna change,
Hope he will keep his hope like some I met.
Like the priest that preys nights and days, (yea, yea, yea)
And the moms that whispering over babies head, (yea, yea, yea)
And the beggar that sings HALLELOYA open-handed,
They all waits for something to happen in the end.
The big commander that said with his voice
"now it's time, come on, lets go"
Wants to go – but home, to his own.
He whishes every night that the war will end,
And they all will be just fine (give me the definition of fine)
The mystic is waiting for the un-known,
Damn! he don't know what the hell he is waiting for.
Still, he wait like a child for it, for it to come,
So he could tell us "told you so", that he was right.
Like the priest that preys nights and days, (yea, yea, yea)
And the moms that whispering over babies head,
And the beggar that sings HALLELOYA open-handed,
They all waits for something to happen in the end.
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