The evening trees were waving,
were waving in the breeze.
I can't forget the candles,
ascetics by the sea.
A name is coming to mind
a child denied to smile,
he was aware he'd have taken
the law into his hands.
And in the darkest hours
a butcher in the death row
asleep, he keeps on saying
"I killed the serpents' king".
were waving in the breeze.
I can't forget the candles,
ascetics by the sea.
A name is coming to mind
a child denied to smile,
he was aware he'd have taken
the law into his hands.
And in the darkest hours
a butcher in the death row
asleep, he keeps on saying
"I killed the serpents' king".