| Time has shown there is no hope in countries |
| where black liquid reigns |
| War of clowns who had devised many plans to derange |
| the vanishing of oil barrels will one day reach |
| saturation point, maximum squeeze, individual profits |
| but never forget: the sand won’t yield. |
| The horns announce another stage of alert |
| misusing religion is totally absurd |
| Innocence is so far away |
| and I still see no light at the end |
| of their tunnel |
| It’s impressive, when you see |
| how one man commands this hypnotised fold |
| It’s hard to believe |
| when they are recruiting kids, 10 years old |
| Isolate the press from betraying, to conceal |
| the truth from the outside world, never mind |
| just what they say, the news is hot and |
| therefore they pray |
| The horns announce another stage of alert |
| misusing religion is totally absurd |
| Innocence is so far away |
| and I still see no light at the end |
| of their tunnel |
| Fly, fly away from here |
| Reach, reach for dignity |
| in every war there’s something else to prove |
| the wicked one makes his move |
| The horns announce another stage of alert |
| misusing religion is totally absurd |
| Innocence is so far away |
| and I still see no light at the end |
| of their tunnel. |
| Bold as brass, the point of no return |
| The capture of Kuwait, pipelines burn |
| Craters in the mind, craters on the ground |
| Explosions in their memories, without sound |
| It’s carved inside and carved into my brain |
| It’s all paid in blood, don’t expect the |
| change |
| My trip is done, for me it’s all over |
| The winner cries, now tell me who’s the loser? |
| One day it’s cold |
| the other warm |
| There’s always wind before the storm |
| Whirling circle, what’s the price |
| is peace so boring after a lapse of time? |
| One day it’s cold |
| the other warm |
| There’s always wind before you see the storm |
| Burning circle, endless game |
| Everything returns from where it came. |