Only a lonely man
waiting for someone to play,
forgotten his soul in the swamp
taken his mind away
He saw the country’s fall
how the villains of the story
built the great wall,
searching for a lost glory
How many years have to pass,
until he awakes from his dream?
This is only a theater that runs fast,
without any secret meaning.
Wait for the no country man,
absolute king of these chords.
Wait until the crimson eclipse leaves this land
and all that you hear, are some broken words,
hidden in a happy sound,
fighting for their life another round!
“Apologize for your actions
before is too late” they say. (2c.)
I say, be proud of your creations,
think about tomorrow and today.
Wait for the no country man,
absolute king of these chords.
Wait until the crimson eclipse leaves this land
and all that you hear, are some broken words,
hidden in a happy sound,
fighting for their life another round!