Lletres: Echobelly. Something Hot in a Cold Country.

You should have been a rambler, a counterfeit gambler
Would you steal the sunflowers for me?
I see you've been fighting with Molotov writing
They tried to drag you under, I see

Did they try to tell you you're strange?
Did they try to push you away?
Hold on

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Till you found of the sight what you see

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Something hot in a cold country

Hold on to your spirits
You're a pain, not a poet
You're special and they know it
They can see

They throw a net that pins you to the ground
Don't let their blindness bring you down
Be stubborn and enjoy it like me

Did they try to tell you you're strange?
Did they try to push you away?
Hold on

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Till you found out the fire that you see

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Something hot in a cold country

I won't see you falling
Hold on, hold on

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Till you found out the sight that you see

Feed the fire, fan the flame
Till the world remembers your name
Something hot in a cold country

I won't see you falling
Hold on