| Juveniles |
|---|
| We’re suffering |
| Oh in this madness |
| Them let’s drive away |
| From our hearts we confess |
| No juveniles |
| We’re walking on broken glass |
| Now what’s left to say |
| More or less hours pass |
| It’s a beautiful night |
| We’re seeing |
| Wild horses on the fields |
| She stands here in white |
| We’re free |
| The sadness disappears |
| With certainty |
| I’ll give you a reason |
| You’ve awakened our souls |
| But the pain’s just begun |
| Then recovering |
| From these dark years |
| But it’s limited |
| We will never be free |
| It’s a beautiful night |
| We’re seeing |
| Wild horses on the fields |
| She stands here in white |
| We’re free |
| The sadness disappears |
