A poor man who lost his soul A servant without goal A breed made to live the day Nirvana far away The passion for a chosen life The purpose of the dream A dead man but still alive No heart in a machine These days, strange days The heart and soul, where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor A poor man who lost his son His love for life to carry on The wind will take him where it blows Nirvana never shows The hunger for a higher life A full creative mind Is now a long forgotten dream Self-chosen to be blind These days, strange days The heart and soul, where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor A poor man who lost his son His love for life to carry on The wind will take him where it blows Nirvana never shows The hunger for a higher life A full creative mind Is now a long forgotten dream Self-chosen to be blind These days, strange days The heart and soul, where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor These days, strange days Where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor So confused © ZIEKENFONDS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com