Letra The Last Wars de Karate original
Wet, cold, late. Let me leave the key because i cannot wait. I know i'll find some some quiet somewhere near. Well, God does not play dice, so i will not need your advice. After all i got us this far. I got us here. Kids com across as solemn and lost, i know old men evoke last wars and holocausts. German kids, Croatian kids just like American kids, we know. We only give the sweetest looks, and we only steal from the greatest books. Just use one sentence and insert your name. We should not be ashamed. The bed is in the ocean while guns are on the trains. Just pick a destination and you can sign your name.
