To everything there is an end
and bright new colours mixed with pain
to everything there is an end, there is an end
now look at me,
look straight in my eyes,
'cause Im the son of wind
and wind is the son of dust
you've never reached this thin red line,
never fairly told this lie,
Im no more all boarders thrown,
in the waste I will be gone
and bright new colours mixed with pain
to everything there is an end, there is an end
now look at me,
look straight in my eyes,
'cause Im the son of wind
and wind is the son of dust
you've never reached this thin red line,
never fairly told this lie,
Im no more all boarders thrown,
in the waste I will be gone