I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath And now it's getting so hot, I can't sleep at night In the day, feel like death I'm getting in
Was many years ago that I left home and came this way I was a young man, full of hopes and dreams But now it seems to me that all is lost and nothing
Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud And be free and a race That is part of a clan And to live on Highlands And
You walk through the subway His eyes burn a hole in your back A footstep behind you He lunges prepared for attack Scream for mercy He laughs as he's watching
Превод: Ирон Маиден. Футуреал (Ед Хунтер Лука '99).
