Letra de A hand without strength

An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate
and if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killings
now i know that death is wearing black
a hand that holds me without strength - a hand that touches me without weight
The troops of love are flying out - very angry, very loud
- you can see it from the air - when you get hit,
you don't know where, and nothings seems fair
a hand that holds me without strength a hand that touches me without weight
And with no flag left to defend - a hand that pushes me
anything as long as you touch me - touch me - touch me - touch me