Throw your gun

Testo:

© Carlomac
It's cold outside
And you walked in the snow all the night

An home, a light
A peaceful place so far from the fight

So just throw your gun
and hold my hand
just throw your anger
and hold my hand

Some bread, some wine
Sometimes it doesn't take much to feel fine
take off your helmet
and free yourself from the puppeteer's strings

and just throw your gun
and hold my hand
just throw your anger
and hold my hand

So many times they told you
who is right and who is wrong
but those words are gone

So many times they told you
to hit harder than your enemy
and now you know
how it's useful

So just throw your gun
and hold my hand
just throw your anger
and hold my hand