Paroles de Soul Song
I will be waiting,With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling,
Which I have foretold
He raises his arms tied,
Above the opressed
Singing his sweet song,
His melody opens up the sun
Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
She sleeps with her eyes closed,
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now,
While the memory closes up the sun
Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
oohh... x2 With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling,
Which I have foretold
oohh...
Singing his sweet song,
His melody opens up the sun
Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
She sleeps with her eyes closed,
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now,
While the memory closes up the sun
Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
oohh... x2 With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling,
Which I have foretold
oohh...
