The Riddle - Gigi D´Agostino

I got two strong arms, 
blessings of Babylon, 
time to carry on, 
and try for sins and false alarms. 
So to America the brave, 
wise men save. 
Near a tree by a river there´s 
a hole in the ground, 
where an old man of Arran goes 
around and around. 
In his mind is a beacon in the 
veil of the night, 
for a strange kind of fashion there´s 
a wrong and a right, 
he´ll never never fight over you. 
I got time to kill, 
sly looks in corridors, 
without a plan of yours. 
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill, 
thanks to the calling of the wild, 
wise men´s child. 
I got plane for us, 
nights in the scullery and days 
instead of me. 
I only know what to discuss 
oh for anything but light, 
wise men figthing over you 
It´s not me you see, 
pieces of valentine 
and just a song of mine, 
to keep from burning history. 
Seasons of gasoline and gold, 
wise men fold. 
Near a tree by a river there´s a 
hole in the ground, 
where an old man of Arran goes 
around around. 
In his mind is a beacon in the 
veil of the night, 
for a strange kind of fashion there´s a 
wrong and a right, 
he´ll never, never fight over you. 
I got time to kill, 
sly looks in corridors, 
without a plan of yours. 
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill, 
thanks to the calling of the wild 
wise men´s child.