Century (FR) - Gone with the Winner lyrics

Waiting for the noise to disappear The crying all the saint The pining of the fool I never had the time to pray Waiting for the sound to calm my way I'm tired of asking why I'm dying everyday You're leaving now, your lips are gone Gone with the winner, gone, gone with the wind And now it's like a silent thing that's running in my hand Gone, gone with the wind And now it's like a silent thing that's running in my hand Gone, gone with the wind Coming with desolate state of mind You wouldn't've gone to war The slave to every tear I'm waiting for the smoke to fade I listen to this calling in your eyes crying all the saint The pining of a fool You're leaving now, your lips are gone Gone with the winner, gone, gone with the wind And now it's like a silent thing that's running in my hand Gone, gone with the wind