Lyrics:
With a blackcock’s feather in A Highland bonnet And an Andrea Ferrara on my hip I bled my wound onto the sand And wrote a letter from my broken hand
Dreams like sparks against the Darkness The wind has lied down to rest on the tarn: Anguish and unrest subsided The blackcock has found himself a mate
A já ti přísahááám, jeejeej Blackcock bosskřest Každý kto si skúsil peklo, nech si váži raje Nemôžeš si užiť výhru, keď si nezažil ten fight Život
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