كلمات The Gold Of The Poor

The blue sky over them The shadows of the men They press a trail in the sand Running as fast as they can They're running through the desert sun Meshing guns in their hands The soldier's pack is on their back Once our wagon tramps More than you can say More than you can feel More than you can say More than you can feel No, they will never go away It's too late to change their minds They only would do the same again Until the end they will fight More than you can say More than you can feel...