Из альбома: Ambassadors (The Santorin Drum'n'Bass Anthology)

Run, my child
And leave your toys, behind

They will come, for you
So leave the things, which are on your mind

Tears are running down my cheeks,
When Francis speaks, to me
Anger burns inside of me,
But makes me weak, when Francis speaks

History will repeat itself
If you don't think about yourself

Go now, don't even dare to stay
For once listen to what i say

I know it is hard to understand
People still fight over land
Come with me to a better place
Let me wash the dirt of your face

Tears are running down my cheeks,
When Francis speaks, to me
Anger burns inside of me,
But makes me weak, when Francis speaks

Right now there isn't much i can do
I promise better times for you
You have the right on a future too

Tears are running down my cheeks,
When Francis speaks, to me
Anger burns inside of me,
But makes me weak, when Francis speaks

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