We made a promise we swore
we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's
night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender
Now young faces grow sad and
old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against
the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice
calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut someplace
of our own
With these drums and these
guitars
Blood brothers in the stormy
night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender
Now on the street tonight the
lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing
in
There's a war outside still
raging
you say it ain't ours anymore
to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful
skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in
my eyes
and these romantic dreams
in my head
Marco Giunco |
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