The son of a carpenter (BG)
Login – the son of a carpenter. Password – the beginning of beginnings.
Forty years in the desert, the bitterness of sand not to wash off.
Forty years in the desert and the bitterness of sand not to wash off –
But to suffer of thirst you always loved more than drinking.
When the eyes are closed, that the sky, that the earth – one color.
When the eyes are closed, that the sky, that the earth – one color.
I don't know into someone you shoot, except God there is no one here.
So rush for the son of a carpenter. Rush to the beginning of beginnings.
Login – the son of a carpenter. Password – the beginning of beginnings.
Forty years in the desert, the bitterness of sand not to wash off.
Forty years in the desert and the bitterness of sand not to wash off –
But to suffer of thirst you always loved more than drinking.
When the eyes are closed, that the sky, that the earth – one color.
When the eyes are closed, that the sky, that the earth – one color.
I don't know into someone you shoot, except God there is no one here.
So rush for the son of a carpenter. Rush to the beginning of beginnings.