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I will be waiting, With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling, Which I have foretold He raises his arms tied, Above the opressed Singing his sweet song, His melody opens up the sun Freedom rained God has come With the rivers of blood Pushed back in my veins She sleeps with her eyes closed, To dream of the past Her mind has gone blind now, While the memory closes up the sun Freedom rained God has come With the rivers of blood Pushed back in my veins oohh... x2 Songtexte Yeah I will be waiting, With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling, Which I have foretold oohh... Aus Songtexte Mania