Текст песни
He seems too fast moving
When you see him for the first time
Immersed in what he is doing
Put his past in the past
He's got no destination
He's got over his road
There's nothing to confuse him
He's on his own
Before dig down the roots
Try walking in his boots
He has some reasons to whist
He doesn't want to resist
He tries to find some piece of mind
Oh without bullets of a gun
He shot me through my heart
Oh we can't go on the past
But he can't get rid of rust
Don't fall for a deceptive impression
This fire gone out long ago
Buried in outdated beliefs
He tries to find when his luck spilled out
He had to mature too early
Earning money for survive
Facing people who scoffed at his strive
And he gave in to this fight
Oh without bullets of a gun
He shot me through my heart
Oh we can't go on the past
But he can't get rid of rust
Oh without bullets of a gun
He shot me through my heart
Oh we can't go on the past
He's almost dead of rust
