Thoughts (of a dying man)
Nato Feto
Mum I ain't' forgot you
Cos' every day n night I cry at your shroud
Father I've hurted you
I want to hug you again so tell me how
Neither God can wash our skins
Cos we're killing him inside our sins
He filled the world with love and peace
We weren't made of screen and nails
And you can find my breath in any record shop
When I'll no longer cry for the things I've done
My spirit from the tape will reach your ears
And you Will hear me
My skin reflect your kitchen light
While I am falling down beyond your eyes
I hoped one day I'd see the grey
Washing by hands your hair
And you can find my breath in any record shop
When I'll no longer cry for the things I've done
My spirit from the tape will reach your ears
And you Will hear me