When he loses his balance Your mind is tired You're getting depressed. She's a belated friend. Such a faithful eternal Always ready for expectations Accurate and simply flawless In moments to catch the suffering A huntress in the saddle with arrows By my footsteps, by my voice The heart is being held at gunpoint Turning my hair gray I'm not friends with her. … A truce is only possible for a moment There is no winner in the game of shadows, but a draw is not a defeat.
Musikstyle
Post-Grunge, Melancholy, emotional, Spanish male sensual voice