All my hopes are in this field now, field now
with pattience don't hurry
wait for the fruits, for the fruits
and never an encourange
but there is always someone
to mark the mistakes...
And I barefoot and away of thorns
and my wounds, and my wounds
never heal, never heal, never heal
It's another year living wild!
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comIn this world I'm living wild!!