Manos - Júníus Meyvant

Doomsday morning

All over me

At the end of poverty

Writing to be free

Without you love

We would die young

Without you love

We would die young

Young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Forced out triumphs

Blue brigaded wind

Manos are worth the tea

Silhouettes of sin

Without you love

We would die young

Without you love

We would die young

Young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Oh, young

Face them in the quiet spin

Cast out too soon

Solitude of long salute

All because of you

Without you love

We would die young

Without you love

We would die young

Young

Young