Testo di Tired

Tired Tired On that old picture She was standing near the lake... Cold wind kissed her cheeks... Little girl too little To understand Giant's rules... Too weak to persevere In lens of the present days... When night opens her own shoulders Sowing scent of fear... Which blooms and waits as a devil To take her own harvest... Like tired soldiers we must go...Must go... Cold wind outside but we must go...Must go... But where sometimes we don't know... Like tired soldiers we must go...Must go...