in ogni luogo, in ogni tempo
leave your daily
music: papotto - braico
lyrics: papotto
On the mirror hangs your face
that never seems of ice, even in the summer
on the paper what you say
about the human race, killers with dummy
ideals
over men there is a stage
it closes as a cage, spirits are the players
over Bible you find rage
and when you turn the page.....God is the old slayer
Hell is near through prayers and murders
Sun is not the door of Heaven
Leave your daily for the arts.......
In the rain flow your tears
that never disappear, even in the summer
in the wind you sing your fears
arriving in my ears as a shot of hammer
ideals
under the soul there is a peel
an oak tree on the hill of the Purgatory
under the sky is what you feel
you’re loosing it until growing to a gory
Hell is near through prayers and murders
Sun is not the door of Heaven
Leave your daily for your love.......
Faith is dead without bread
run to be & leave your daily
Love is dad, come to bed
you’ll find my linph in there.
(Trio Solo)
Faith in Dad if he’s dead
run to be & leave your daily
Love is bread, hate is head
you’ll find a grudge in there.