Текст песни HAMMERFORCE - Беглец

Swell to fly beyond the horizon
Again, the road is called us.
What drives us pain or fear?
Or freedom taste on the lips ...

By the flow of my troubles, I am alone ...
Is there no forgiveness to me?
And the short eyelid is reserved.

Blood on hand - my pain.
It is impossible to wash off a crime.
Now forever your father -
Fugitive

I saved my child from death
But the power did not calculate.

And the thief is in the blood,
Son's life without picking up.

Who will tell me
Who is right, and who is to blame?
Is there wise here?
Not blind!

Hands in chains, I am defeated.
Every fugitive to the prison is doomed.
Where is my baby? Owl, dressed?
But only the silence of the walls to me in response ...