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Jet8 ska-hardcore / Praha

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Jet8 - The Run

Oficiální videoklip Vznik: 12.10.2015
Jet8 - The Run - (From LP - Music Industry Sucks) www.jet8.cz

Directed by: (kamera/stříh/režie) Tomáš Klimek
Special thx: Matěj Pichler and Vokoun Tvrdič

Lyrics:
Bomb, which used to be our home
Is hell on Earth and shallow grave
Home, the place where we were born
I run away, Get away as far as I can,
Thousand miles for hope and happines
I run away, Get away I wish I just knew where
And I pray for those who had to stay

REF:
But where am I going? Who knows
Choking on the sorrow. Who’s next
What is waiting for me? Who Knows
Will I still be here tomorrow?

Bombs, thousands of torn souls
Fleeing the world cause of
War, the place of living ghosts
I run away, Get away as far as I can,
Thousand miles for hope and happines
I run away, Get away I wish I just knew where
And I pray for those who had to stay

REF:

Now, curdled up in the tank, I still believe
That I get to the promised land, I still believe
Choking on the toxic fumes, I still believe
When suddenly someone knocked, I still believed
And now on the verge of death
Finally crawling out and gasping for air
And so this story ends in front of guns
I raise my hands above my head
Instead of hope, the death sentence,
Instead of happiness way back
Back to the city of the dead and again try to escape