What is this blowing wind?
It's taking my feelings away
Lost in the crossroads at the edge
Of the empty spaces
I feel broken, I feel only the cold wind
Grey city and the rush of wind
Empty crossroads and dirty cars
The speed of sound in the background
There will be another round
Where is my crying soul?
It's talking to my empty heart
Lost all alone yeah at the limit
Of the blasting chaos
I feel broken, I feel frightful bites
Grey city and the rush of wind
Empty crossroads and dirty cars
The speed of sound in the background
There will be another round
