на жизнь - она лучше. Больше любви и всем будет легче. Братья и сёстры, услышьте мои речи. Я не говорю, что остановлю войну, Но я буду пытаться, пока
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there) You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air) You wanna hate it all
Chorus I and I no deal with no crime tell you people I and I no fight ina no war Defend the good I say we fight gainst the evil Bad boy and me we no spa
No more war, please No more destruction of innocent life No more living in fear No more on our bended knees To live is our right No more war, please
There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer She's an overnight sensation after twenty-five years Sharp fast curves, power steering Unroll that twenty
[phone ringing] [Pastor Troy:] Y'all watch this, watch this [laughs] [Guy on phone:] No Limit Studios [Pastor Troy:] yea, yea, yea, can I speak to
There is bullshit on your breath. I can't believe that we are all fine. Nothing but worries as the rivers run black. Polluted pastures on grey landscapes
No war no greed That would be something to see I hope I live that long No blood in the streets Just a distant memory The history books recount Now were
Light is in the air right now Two thousand and two rebel music The saga continues Listen, children What's the problem in Manhattan Every ten men they
You have no gain I point the finger at you, scream until my face is blue But you still hate everything I point the finger at you, beaumonde through and
You - You got nowhere left to run The battle is on and the war has begun Smoke clouds are rising in the air And a mother cries in death's despair [
No more war please No more destruction of innocent life No more living in fear No more on our bended knees To live is our right No more war No more war
roll over on your side if it eases you nobody sees nobody seems to care that the sun is no longer there out on the ledge today the eyes of old start to
Training children, trained to kill Teaching hatred, no free will Breeding perfect killing machines (You greedy f**king bastards) Fathers take them on
I've known no war And if I ever do I won't know for sure Who'll be fighting whom For the soldier's lonely tomb Now opens as soon as The referee's gun
No war no greed That would be something to see I hope I live that long No blood in the streets Just a distant memory The history books recount
Se c'e babaman solo dance per le peep unani, uragano baba-b Rit: No war, babaman-a-raggamuffin' made in Italy ahi, il badman salta mentre guarda
I point the finger at you. Scream until my face is blue. But you still hale everything. I point the finger at you. The Beau monde through and through.
