The Longest Ride

Little horse is feeling better
Maybe he pushed too hard this time
Across the foreign land he ran
Until his limbs were full of fire

There were no church to pray
There were no bush to hide
The sun with mortal stings
Had bruised his skin up to his eyes

This glass goes to the dead
This glass for who's alive
This glass is for men's sake
For whom survived the longest ride

This glass goes to the dead
This glass for who's alive
This glass is for men's sake
For whom survived the longest ride

Little horse is feeling better
Maybe he pushed too hard this time
Across the foreign land he ran
Until his limbs were full of fire

There were no church to pray
There were no bush to hide
The sun with mortal stings
Had bruised his skin up to his eyes

This glass goes to the dead
This glass for who's alive
This glass is for men's sake
For whom survived the longest ride

This glass goes to the dead
This glass for who's alive
This glass is for men's sake
For whom survived the longest ride



Credits
Writer(s): Evo Borruso, Fabrizio Aurelio Vindigni-ricca, Pasquale Carapella, Antonio Rimolo, Luigi Grisolia
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