Interpret:

Jakub Hübner

Album:

The Travelers

I wrote it in a letter I´m straight to you
Just Let me drink a drop of tender pure
I see the crowds when I turn,
I hear crows
 singing  a poem of my life
of honor and trust




In thing that is
simple like kiss
not even thousands times
it never left in lies
…..never lies in lies…




We will not crawl in bed
With the feelings what makes mad
We will go to our land
Where the kingdom waits … without claim.
We´ll not crawl in bed
And think why we´re sad




Till we die
Till we die
Till we die
Till we die




We will not crawl in bed
With the feelings what makes mad
We will go to our land
Where the kingdom waits … without claim.




It left the signs on my soul
To play this harmless role
Of the king on my gold throne
Looking at the things what´s done




In thing that is
simple like kiss
not even thousands times
it never left in lies 
Never lies in lies




Silver horns
Are singing tones
It Sounds like pray
which makes the day.


Velvet gloves
Stroking with love
To help and kiss
And live among kings.