that`s it sir

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skys from pain.
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
your heros for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish

how I wish you were here.
we`re just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
what have we found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here ...

that`s it sir. adio, printre luminite de craciun si suferinte de iarna. altul ingropat, dar neplans, dus de buna voie la groapa, aproape sinucis.