paroles de chanson The Good Old World - Postman

It's all about the feeling that comes to an end
Everything comes to an end
It's all about the feeling that comes to an end
Everything comes to an end
My country's surrounded by
The Black Sea and pine woods
The mountains and few hundred thousands troops
Waiting for a command
The empires are dying with blood on their trembling hands

It's all about the feeling that comes to an end
Everything comes to an end
I'm not gonna miss the good old world
It leaks and stinks
Pipelines filled with blood
Deliver it to your kitchen sinks
Will you pour me a glass?
Oh boy, you don't have to be brave
But you have to be fast

My country's surrounded by
The Black Sea and pine woods
The mountains and few hundred thousands troops
Waiting for a command
While the leaders are shaking their hands
Drowning in their deepest concerns
Murky just like their brains
While millions fleeing their homes
And their lives are being possessed
By the ugliness of war
And the hypocrisy of modern days

And I wish I knew how to stand it
And I wish we could get along
All my life I'm watching the world end
But somehow it finds a way to carry on