Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolf Unheard, artist - Manzana. Album song Toy Machine, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 16.05.2013
Record label: Tuupa
Song language: English
Wolf Unheard |
Its all the story, that you’ve heard before |
The older ladies said the boy was so fine |
He tried to live in the city |
But he could not find no peace |
Empty houses, light in only one |
As the years go by still no one comes |
Every day he sings a song and drinks alone |
In the night, when the wolves cry |
He’s walking away from his past life |
He’s smelling the wind and |
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars |
He knows for sure |
When tears don’t fall |
New Indian will be born |
Not a sound, when the life runs |
Out of the veins of the dead one |
With nothing we come in this God given world |
And with empty hands we go |
No lullabies, no other side |
Just a mouthful of sand when we die |
There was a girl, there was a child |
There was a dream to keep him alive |
Once he painted the rooms with colors so bright |
And if the fate’s carved in stone, is it right or wrong |
And if mind is weak can soul still be strong |
Then the dark clouds came in |
The winter took his pride away |
Man of the world that ceases to exist |
In the night, when the wolves cry |
He’s walking away from his past life |
He’s smelling the wind and |
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars |
He knows for sure |
When tears don’t fall |
New Indian will be born |
There’s no more fire in his heart |
In peace he slowly drowns |
Last wish to never be born again |
There’s no more fire |
In the end of his time |
No one heard how he cried |
Set him free from the shame when he |
Lost his fight |
And he knows for sure |
When tears don’t fall |
New Indian will be born |
In the night, when the wolves cry |
He’s walking away from his past life |
He’s smelling the wind and |
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars |
He knows for sure |
When tears don’t fall |
New Indian will be born |
Not a sound, when the life runs |
Out of the veins of the dead one |
With nothing we come in this God given world |
And with empty hands we go |
No lullabies, no other side |
Just a mouthful of sand when we die |