When will you come?
The children are dying
The mothers are crying
The fathers get drunk for you
They`re building shrines to you
When will you come?
The days are dark
The nights hide faces
I feel the faces inside
And I can`t see anymore
When will you come?
The children are dying
The mothers are crying
The fathers get drunk for you
They`re building shrines to you
When will you come?
The days are dark
The nights hide faces
I feel the faces inside
And I can`t see anymore
When will you come?