The thing which happened lately will be wide opened,
My rock and roll - isn't the means and isn't the end
Not new, but once again, one man about one chore
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place
All words will flow like rain
At not expected plain
The winds of night will bring awaited cool
On our faces it's untold
Reflection lays of early dawn
In places where you are not expecting me.
And later I am mainly looking just like you
On the long way I'll braid the tapes in to my own hair.
A man incapable of rest, with hand I'll give you a sign-quest
Saying goodbye to you like you were a legend.
All words will flow like rain
At not expected plain
The winds of night will bring awaited cool
On our faces it's untold
Reflection lays of early dawn
In places where you are not expecting me.
The thing which happened lately will be wide opened,
My rock and roll isn't the means and isn't the end.
Not new, but once again one man about one chore
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place.
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place.
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place.
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place.
The road is my home and for your love it is a wrong place.