Daudziem šis mazais dzejolis neizteiks neko, taču šis atspoguļo to, ko es domāju, kad manas domas bija saputrotas..
Ravens of gold
Gold games they play
We watched them
And drowned until our dreams were lost
Our dreams are weak
When our backs is against the wall
We gotta fight
Our bodies are under the gold control
They're famous
You had a dream be with them
But your dream is weak
You gotta fight
It's hard when your backs is against the wall
Ravens of gold
Gold games turned them in gold
It is your gold wall, that destroys your dreams.
