the life is lost and people just don't know with all the energy gone and the feelings lost away what is the next advance lost till another day [chorus:] no more feelings
Превод: Бескрајно Борба. Нема осећања.
my heart, I'll pour this song, Of endless struggle, still it made me strong Because these roots of love Reach towards the sky Set me on fire with your glow Feels
a jungle It's like a jungle It's like a jungle out here, so much struggle out here And my dreams steal my rest, sleep's the cousin of death Always feels
if your poor and righteous I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
you're poor and righteous I know times seem strife and problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel
? Started life with so much promise Different choices on the way Feeling desolate and distant Losing hope with every instant If there's happiness, they've missed it In this endless
Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray We're all boxed in, nowhere to
I walk alone, endless seas of souls around me His face it told of the mad existence, a silent story And just how they took him, they tore a free soul
Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we scrape All boxed in, nowhere to escape
' in this modern world everything goes to hell Rioting in the streets, I'm livin' by my law Running an endless race to society's constant struggle Rip
a way out (Out) As if I ever had a choice All in the hands of the energy Once again I feel the quicksand Swallow me, tonight I won't struggle Fear,
see it So clear. I'm not that old yet, But I can feel it From here. We live orderly lives Right into Eternity. Everyone even dies Alphabetically. We struggle
this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles
touch was enough to join our worlds every movement of yours is for me a miracle even though we have never met to join our worlds I observe your struggle
SPM, and LOW-G I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very last day and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die motherfucker It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please
