Desert
(d'argirolle - my diet pill)
In the cold fort, there’s a man
Watching the desert, keeping an eye
On the void of an existence
On disappointed hopes
On the vain obstacles of life
No retreat in his military, no retreat faced with the enemy
No retreat in front of nonsense
In this place where a daily tragedy settled down
Round the cold fort stand some mountains
And behind the mountains, there’re some enemies
All the guards have yet heard the stomps
Of soldiers they’ve never seen
All the guards still wait for fight
No retreat in his military, no retreat faced with the enemy
No retreat in front of nonsense
In this play where a daily tragedy settled down
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