We go in the night, go go go along the long and filthy roads. Days of peace. No rifle in the bush. But the going never comes to an end even though we said our goodbyes to all and the last debt was finally paid. Whence have we come where are we going and no end in sight?
CALLING CARD
CALLING CARD
CALLING CARD
We go in the night, go go go along the long and filthy roads. Days of peace. No rifle in the bush. But the going never comes to an end even though we said our goodbyes to all and the last debt was finally paid. Whence have we come where are we going and no end in sight?