for all people that I love
I fight against the doom
for my Company of Fools
I fight against the doom
Land of Tá is far from here
there's No Way Back and tear by tear

I have learned another fear
I fight against the doom
baby's singing on a rock
I fight against the doom
but is it everything that you dreamt of
I fight against the doom
little women, little men
we live our lives the best we can
and in the end we all shake hands
fight against the doom

finish off what I begun
fight against the doom
I turn my face towards the sun
fight against the doom
little people, little friends
we live our lives the best we can
and at the end we all shake hands
fight against the doom
little woman, little friend
we live our lives the best we can
and at the end we all shake hands
fight against the doom

give me a shelter, where I can hide for the storm
show me a freeway, that leads towards the moon
and you'll be the lighthouse, you'll be a guide in the night
to give me a shelter, for tradition, rules and forms

this is a jungle, full of itching structures
where little reasons and rationals are flourishing
and they breeth, may become more like cubes and squares and squadrons
small predictables they jump from tree to tree

give me a shelter, where I can hide for the storm
show me a freeway, that leads towards the moon
and you'll be the lighthouse, you'll be a guide in the night
to give me a shelter, for tradition, rules and forms

I see a face, crawling in the meadows
I see a body, suffering the selfside of the sea
coming to shore, sand is dry as highlights
oh my baby I can't live there anymore

oh, give me a shelter, where I can hide for the storm
show me a freeway, that leads towards the moon
and you'll be the lighthouse, you'll be a guide in the night
give me a shelter, for tradition, rules and form

oh, give me a shelter, where I can hide for the storm
show me a freeway, that leads towards the moon
and you'll be the lighthouse, you'll be a guide in the night
give me a shelter, for tradition, rules and form