Господи, помилуй это дерьмо, Которое льется из уст проповедников, Праведников... Ведь они совсем не знают тебя... Они сделали из тебя какого-то урода...
Please have mercy on me, have mercy on me (On me) Please have mercy on me, please have mercy on me (On me, mercy, have mercy on me) I'm tryin' to climb
All around I hear the sound of money But I ain't got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my
The wind blows hard against this mountainside Across the sea into my soul It reaches in to where I cannot hide Setting my feet upon the road My heart
Dear Lord, I hope You look deep into my heart And know that I mean good And You can forgive me for all my sins G's up it's a G thang Y'all motherfuckers
Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin' these fields in my bare feet There wasn't no place I couldn't go With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole Well, I live
One time SWAT's, drop-tops and 'gnac Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat Can't a day go by, one of these villains don't die Won't try to
Louis Niedermeyer PietA , Signore, di me dolente! Signor, pietA se a te giunge il mio pregar; non mi punisca il tuo rigor. Meno severi, clementi ognora
Now there's somethin' I'd like to talk to you About at this particular moment and that's about the one thing That we won't be able to do together nnless
The wind blows hard against this mountain side Across the sea into my soul It reaches into where I cannot hide Setting my feet upon the road My heart
Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin? these fields in my bare feet There wasn?t no place I couldn?t go With a 22 rifle and a fishing pole Well, I live
Never thought my time was coming Wasn't in my dreams Twice I visioned, I was falling down, down to the ground I screamed out loud, woke on a cloud Never
Jesus, I've forgotten the words that You have spoken Promises that burned within my heart have now grown dim With a doubting heart I follow the paths
I don't know what's wrong with these children today Nothin' that a good ass kickin' wouldn't help Lord, have mercy, the Devil he cursed me I heard you
Pieta, Signore, di me dolente! Signor, pieta se a te giunge il mio pregar; non mi punisca il tuo rigor. Meno severi, clementi ognora, volgi i tuoi sguardi
Too too doo, doop too doo Doop too doo, doop too doo Doop too doo, doop too doo doo Too dee doo... Je te murmure des mots doux a l'oreille Les soirees
Kyrie eleison Quand sonne le glas je sors mon trombone et j'entonne la sonnerie aux morts devant le monument ou les morts vivant chantent kyrie eleison
