كلمات Highlands

On the battlegrounds of space and time, we put our lives in your hands As we feel the nation about to crash, what does remain? What is our harvest from war as a human race? What does work or doesn't in this chessboard place? They seek without rest They seek without sense They seek with a thirst They seek the Highlands And this race comes with a price to pay A boy with a bomb, a sniper in his way So many years of blood, a never-ending fall Now it all feels normal, no, not at all!! While an old fat man moves the chess pieces to play Millions are laughing, with nothing left to say They seek without rest They seek without sense They seek with a thirst They seek the Highlands