Lyrics:

It came to our coast the wind of neddles and sand
The end of our street has lost its head in my head
Tossed in that black nor in the feeling and boom
The tower gave in to its poor stealing too soon

Your luck , your luck
Your cold luck has turned
Walk out, walk out
Till bright side lost its blue

Your luck , your luck
Your cold luck has turned
Walk out, walk out
Till bright side lost its blue

The pedestals to which we hold
All might fall down built upon on
The pedestals to which we hold
All might fall down built upon on
The pedestals to which we hold
All might fall