It's New Year Day; Looking up to the sky We all await for the fireworks to fly And I hold you And I stand by you now... Over the bay darkness breaks
You live in a world that is just Way too strange to conceive Angel's dressed in black Most of the people who seem to be Lost in the dark - Are they all
Everynight I say a prayer Look at me: nobody cares Just a mirror, passing by... Looked inside: I've lost my pride...! Stay with me not for so long It
The sun rises over the tide Waves breaking over the rocks Again and again like an echo From the mountine tops This feeling you just can't hide Like
Living a dream just for one night Feels like the last day of my life Roaming somewhere just for a while When all the feelings lay dorment inside Here
Rainy nights can easily go The morning sun, a lover so A cup of tea still held tight in her hand And tomorrow'll be just like yesterday Taken by promises
We're armed and ready to attack To strike the city of all desires Then calm the waves that lead to passion When all reality turns back to ashes Over
Speed, run the thoughts inside your brain Try to catch them once And you'll be alone There's nowhere to go Speed, all the memories will come Try to
Since the time of the ancients When gladiators fought Turning movements of action to passion Their life was a game See the blood of the bodies Spilling
Day by day Wheels keep turning round And everynight Many restless creatures longing for the dawn To heal away Their eternal pain... Hope the saints
I see the stars in your eyes Portraying my face in the future Nice is the weather outside But I'll stay at home Oh! Waiting for the rain... Memories
Traduzione: Creek. Fuochi d'artificio.
: Day by day Wheels keep turning round And everynight Many restless creatures longing for the dawn To heal away Their eternal pain... Hope the saints
: We're armed and ready to attack To strike the city of all desires Then calm the waves that lead to passion When all reality turns back to ashes Over
: Since the time of the ancients When gladiators fought Turning movements of action to passion Their life was a game See the blood of the bodies Spilling
