In a world torn apart, under fire and flame,
Santa rolls through the night, in a war's deadly game.
With his sack full of hope and his heart weighed by loss,
He's got gifts for the broken, no matter the cost.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
The streets are empty, windows shattered and bare,
Santa moves like a ghost in the still, bitter air.
Where children once laughed, now shadows reside,
But he leaves toys of warmth in the ruins they hide.
Where there's love and hate, where peace meets war,
Santa's hands bear gifts, though his heart is sore.
He walks the line of life and death tonight,
Through flames and frost, through wrong and right.
He sees the soldiers, eyes hardened and cold,
Once boys with dreams, now heroes turned old.
He gives them something a token, a sign,
A whisper of Christmas, a thread to unwind.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Bombs fall in the distance, but he doesn't turn back,
With soot on his suit and his sack on his back.
Through the ruins of towns, where hope feels like sin,
He brings light to the shadows, a chance to begin.
For the children in shelters, hiding from night,
He slips in like a whisper, a promise of light.
In their trembling hands, he places small dreams,
A doll, a car, a memory that gleams.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Groove Souls - Gifts in the Crossfire Lyrics
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English
In a world torn apart, under fire and flame,
Santa rolls through the night, in a war's deadly game.
With his sack full of hope and his heart weighed by loss,
He's got gifts for the broken, no matter the cost.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
The streets are empty, windows shattered and bare,
Santa moves like a ghost in the still, bitter air.
Where children once laughed, now shadows reside,
But he leaves toys of warmth in the ruins they hide.
Where there's love and hate, where peace meets war,
Santa's hands bear gifts, though his heart is sore.
He walks the line of life and death tonight,
Through flames and frost, through wrong and right.
He sees the soldiers, eyes hardened and cold,
Once boys with dreams, now heroes turned old.
He gives them something a token, a sign,
A whisper of Christmas, a thread to unwind.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Bombs fall in the distance, but he doesn't turn back,
With soot on his suit and his sack on his back.
Through the ruins of towns, where hope feels like sin,
He brings light to the shadows, a chance to begin.
For the children in shelters, hiding from night,
He slips in like a whisper, a promise of light.
In their trembling hands, he places small dreams,
A doll, a car, a memory that gleams.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Santa rolls through the night, in a war's deadly game.
With his sack full of hope and his heart weighed by loss,
He's got gifts for the broken, no matter the cost.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
The streets are empty, windows shattered and bare,
Santa moves like a ghost in the still, bitter air.
Where children once laughed, now shadows reside,
But he leaves toys of warmth in the ruins they hide.
Where there's love and hate, where peace meets war,
Santa's hands bear gifts, though his heart is sore.
He walks the line of life and death tonight,
Through flames and frost, through wrong and right.
He sees the soldiers, eyes hardened and cold,
Once boys with dreams, now heroes turned old.
He gives them something a token, a sign,
A whisper of Christmas, a thread to unwind.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Bombs fall in the distance, but he doesn't turn back,
With soot on his suit and his sack on his back.
Through the ruins of towns, where hope feels like sin,
He brings light to the shadows, a chance to begin.
For the children in shelters, hiding from night,
He slips in like a whisper, a promise of light.
In their trembling hands, he places small dreams,
A doll, a car, a memory that gleams.
In the cold and the dark, where the echoes still scream,
Santa's bringin' gifts through a shattered dream.
In the heart of despair, under blood-red sky,
He carries peace where the lost souls lie.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Through war's bitter smoke, in the chill of the dawn,
Santa fades into shadows, but his spirit lives on.
In a world torn by hatred, he left something bright
A spark of pure hope in the endless night.
Writer: Paolo Garofalo
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC