Damberd Ballad
We are just living in dream and tastes,
why do you want us to read your lines?
In damberd tonight is full of artificial artists,
as you can see you're not the only one,
hold on, hold on now, hold on,
you aren't less than anyone,
and so far the rooms of love
are full of voices but
you don't hear anything
and so far the rooms of love
are full of parties but
you don't feel anything,
and everybody is invited except for you,
yes everybody except for you.
You smoke a cigarette
in a lazy way,
circles and verses around your mind,
you need some time to think
what you want to become,
sometimes you're sad
but you shouldn't look back.
And stop thinking too much
and so far the rooms of love
are full of voices but
you don't hear anything
and so far the rooms of love
are full of parties but
you don't feel anything.
