Interpret:

Waltari

Album:

Blood Sample

When the thousand white wing pigeons spread their wings and raise to the brave rise towards the cloudless sky, 
my faith for this lousy life starts to flame again 
Pain seems to be so far away 
Sane I will be drowned by the pure feelings, beatings 
Hurtings seemed to be just history 
I believe in life 


The old paintings, faintings, the heat of makings makes me feel safe about the ratings 
The smell of old knowledge stops all my senses 
The wave doesn´t call me, I´m a bit too far away 


  Chorus: 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand 


  


The crickets seem to like no tourists 
Those purists of an intellectual way 
flying around, running the day, make my day 
What would you say if your corners would be full of drunken grey faces 
Taste of "grace" (..and red wine) 
Everywhere you go with your workful flow 
Now go, serve those servants, feed their holiday 


(..so this is the productive day!) 


We pigeons will be fed by them who lead this way to its colourful fade 
Let the blooming flowers sway 
and drunken the ones who just lay..around 
with no bound to create an important sound of this tasty muddy red ground 
Let me fly and see how  the crowd comes and goes, 
in and out, when we just fly around 


  Chorus: 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand 
I´ve never seem to care I wasn´t t there 
Madness is spreading in minds 
I´m out of these human kinds 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand 




At the times of Phoenicia 
when Zeus stole his daughter Europa 
into the euphoria of Divida Comedia like a lalalatina land... 
I´m your user, man , you´re me user, girl 
Can´t you see, that´s the only way to understand this purity of your open mind 
A judge of any sign, while the pigeons fly so high.. 


  Chorus: 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand 
I´ve never seem to care I wasn´t t there 
When I´m away from you 
I know there´s nothing to do 
I´ve never seen the warmth you have in your hand