Manastir Baroue

<br>the music stopped to fill the night<br>we can`t move in this silent room<br>the only sound to poison the air<br>comes from that man upstairs<br><br>his roaring voice screams full of hate<br>he can`t forget his glory past<br>but now his only joy in life<br>is liquids, piss and beer<br><br>but we won`t tell him, we want to forget these<br>we go on running up that hill<br>we won`t tell him, we want to forget these<br>we go on running up that hill<br>our kind can fly away to<br>manastir baroue<br><br>sometimes you cannot stand their eyes<br>fixed on your face, grabbing at your soul<br>you shy away, think of our nights<br>and wish i would be around<br><br>but when we meet there in our room<br>illusions make us raise our fists<br>the sense of secrets everywhere<br>the loathsome one may smear again<br>but we won`t tell him, we want to forget these<br><br>we go on running up that hill<br>we won`t tell him, we want to forget these<br>we go on running up that hill<br>our kind can fly away to<br>manastir baroue<br>we won`t tell him, we want to forget these...