The volture war circling

while kids werw clearing

the bonfire

with a bound

The wind was passing

through the hair

of the virgin

with a heart of steel


while the century was coming

creeping throug history thighs

Every night Every day

a new bandit runs down this road


From the lions of the mountains

a bandit was born

his mother's eyes

had never seen

the country where stars fall

in the light of the morning

taking to earth all illusion and dreams


while the century was coming

creeping throug history thighs

Every night Every day

a new bandit runs down this road


Down in the valley

tho sisters werw waiting

with their love tricks

and no man to love them

the cut throat who followed

was paid by his master

whowound on his watch

for time was on his side