On my way, how many kings did I see falling
In the end it's returning to where departed
On the streets, starred at, pointed at
Without resentment, that's returning to where departed
Some words on paper, much hope
That's the way without returning to where departed
bit of her, of him, of us, much of you
In case we will meet each other where we departed
Retourning to where departed

We stopped idling by finding our roles
In the end, it's the smallest we find in our halls
Slave of my passion, I like to say I will never be abolished
We respect each other with a headbutt: Ask Basile Boli
You did well earning millions, you will die like everyone else
Even in light, you won't be able to aim any further than to the shadows
Tell me how many beaten children gonna be violent parents
How many victims of the streets sent themselves flying
Everywhere religous wars, what changes is the epoch
Many people that succeeded telling you: "What changes are friends"
The same problems for different people, so leave space for following ones
We [bad word] the same sins, but we will face the same judgement

On my way, how many kings did I see falling
In the end it's returning to where departed
On the streets, starred at, pointed at
Without resentment, that's returning to where departed
Some words on paper, much hope
That's the way without returning to where departed
bit of her, of him, of us, much of you
In case we will meet each other where we departed
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