From these broken arms you know, you know, us.Counting all your tears we know, this time. And we cross this barren moor as far as the edge.We fell asleep listening to the ten black rivers flowing towards downtownFrom time to time, from the areals,confused voices crow about there victory.On the Hill someone was lighting a bonfire.Cross this barren moor we’ll wait on the edgeBeyond the borders we met the empire In the semi darkness we made out the framework of all his buildings The skiline was on fireNon resiste più l’intesa speranza che Ci trovò fiduciosi guardare più in la And here we are commossi se domani cedesse l’intera città


(Grazie a Devilmak per questo testo)