The Promised Land
Robert Millord, Piotr Luczyk
Try to delight
in black and white
Try to delight
in sorrow
Why did we call it sometimes
the promised land ?
Lights of tomorrow
glimmering lights
In a crowd
but alone
tonight
The fight for tomorrow
Where are those fighters now ?
alone tonight
Why did we trust
the fire ?
Why ?
Why to delight
in sorrow ?
Why did we call it sometimes
the promised land ?
Lights of tomorrow
in the night
of deceiving lights
Why are we lonely
in a crowd ?
We're not lonely in defiance
We're not lonely in defiance of
defiance of the worth of
life
And there is time
we die
and there is time
we cry
and there is time
we try
to find again
the promised...