We're getting old, but not our prudence
Sensibility is only in our mind
"What if..." are only words we never consider
And we are afraid to change lane
It bears on me too since I was eighteen
But it's hard to cope with, and it's hard to leave
This cage has a beautiful scent
While our scenery is full of sore and sorrow
Then you have to choose a branch on a single tree
We lead by our marks on plucking stars
I'm holding back to open the door
'Cause lights are coming from homes that tip its hats
And these ropes tie tight and i still can't find a way to loose these knots
Everyone says the same thing, that we are the soldiers that generate farewell
And then we live our life by ourselves and only for ourselves until the end
Hulica - The Soldiers That Generate Farewell (feat. Fasya Suryadini) Lyrics
Hulica - The Soldiers That Generate Farewell (feat. Fasya Suryadini) Lyrics
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We're getting old, but not our prudence
Sensibility is only in our mind
"What if..." are only words we never consider
And we are afraid to change lane
It bears on me too since I was eighteen
But it's hard to cope with, and it's hard to leave
This cage has a beautiful scent
While our scenery is full of sore and sorrow
Then you have to choose a branch on a single tree
We lead by our marks on plucking stars
I'm holding back to open the door
'Cause lights are coming from homes that tip its hats
And these ropes tie tight and i still can't find a way to loose these knots
Everyone says the same thing, that we are the soldiers that generate farewell
And then we live our life by ourselves and only for ourselves until the end
Sensibility is only in our mind
"What if..." are only words we never consider
And we are afraid to change lane
It bears on me too since I was eighteen
But it's hard to cope with, and it's hard to leave
This cage has a beautiful scent
While our scenery is full of sore and sorrow
Then you have to choose a branch on a single tree
We lead by our marks on plucking stars
I'm holding back to open the door
'Cause lights are coming from homes that tip its hats
And these ropes tie tight and i still can't find a way to loose these knots
Everyone says the same thing, that we are the soldiers that generate farewell
And then we live our life by ourselves and only for ourselves until the end
Writer: Dimaz Putra
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