De Vision - Foreigner

Coming from the stars
Into that space
No healing
When a lonely heart"s displaced
Left behind
In a foreign land
So should he dare
To reach out his small hand

He"s a foreigner
He will never be the same
A foreigner
Wants to be from where he came

Coming from the stars
Into that world
So far away
From what he calls his home
A begging to be free
To let him go
A groaning scream
Surrounding any soul

He"s a foreigner
He will never be the same
A foreigner
Wants to be from where he came

Привет,

видях че харесваш De/Vision. Реших да оставя покана за концерта, който организираме с приятелите ми от depeche-mode.org, на 16.10.2010 групата ще гостува в София Лайв Клуб. Поздрави и най-добри пожелания
Кирил