Frere - Child

Текст песни

When I was a lonely
Child running home
There were things that disturbed me
So many things I didn‘t know
So many things that you don‘t need
They‘re selling dreams on the TV
They‘re trying hard to beat you up
Trying hard to slow you down
If we should ever meet again
Around that stinging nettle field
I‘ll throw you right in
Feel the pain that I once
When I was a lonely
Child running home
I made a plan that I once
Would stop to run and go
So many things that you don‘t need
They‘re selling dreams on the TV
They‘re trying hard to beat you up
Trying hard to slow you down
If we should ever meet again
Around that stinging nettle field
I‘ll throw you right in
Feel the pain that I once feared
Cause there are times
That you might fight along the way
And there are times
That you might lose along the way
But when I‘m ever close to home
I count the steps to you my friend