When we didn't resist anymore,
We came out of our solitude,
The cigarette in our mouth burning like a soul.
We had one story to tell. Only one.
The words were the moans of the years
That exhausted our silence.
When we didn't resist anymore,
We came out of our solitude,
The cigarette in our mouth burning like a soul.
We had one story to tell. Only one.
The words were the moans of the years
That exhausted our silence.