Songtekst:
[based on "60 Steps" by Carlos Santana]
The man of the struggle,
In his search for solace,
He tries to focus on
and rest in the eye of the storm
He sees no future for himself,
only an endless, empty present,
Which induces him to cry -
to cry out indignantly
about his terrible loneliness,
about the cruelty of people
He cannot understand -
and tries to find shadows to hide his face
Sister memory is ever present with him, torturing him with the past
He calls to mind the best moments of his pleasant life
The horror of such a place
There seems to be no hope,
The pain of losing everything he loves
no death that could relieve his suffering -
Nothing could relieve his suffering
The man of the struggle,
In his search for solace,
He tries to focus on
and rest in the eye of the storm
He sees no future for himself,
only an endless, empty present,
Which induces him to cry -
to cry out indignantly
about his terrible loneliness,
about the cruelty of people
He cannot understand -
and soon his journey will reach the end!
The man of the struggle,
In his search for solace,
He tries to focus on
and rest in the eye of the storm
He sees no future for himself,
only an endless, empty present,
Which induces him to cry -
to cry out indignantly
about his terrible loneliness,
about the cruelty of people
He cannot understand -
and tries to find shadows to hide his face
Sister memory is ever present with him, torturing him with the past
He calls to mind the best moments of his pleasant life
The horror of such a place
There seems to be no hope,
The pain of losing everything he loves
no death that could relieve his suffering -
Nothing could relieve his suffering
The man of the struggle,
In his search for solace,
He tries to focus on
and rest in the eye of the storm
He sees no future for himself,
only an endless, empty present,
Which induces him to cry -
to cry out indignantly
about his terrible loneliness,
about the cruelty of people
He cannot understand -
and soon his journey will reach the end!
