Testo di Old Wounds

My friend - I will tell you a story: I was young and without experience of life. My family lived in a small village and my father was a barrel maker. He was not rich but there was peace in our house. Then a great fire burnt down our village and my parents died. From one moment to the other I was an orphan and had nobody who helped me in my life. This emptyness dried me up I felt like destiny struck me from behind. Father help me Mother help me Is there no one who hears my scream I pray to my spirits I pray to my gods Noone is answering and I'm in wrath My soul is acking My heart is bleeding soul's reopening old wounds