je peux t'affirmer Que notre amitie Sans aucun remord Est scellee dans la mort Tu sais qu'ca l'a fait Alors repose en paix Detresse! Detresse! Detresse
Translation: Moidixmois. Distress.
Translation: Molodoi. Distress.
I left you on the debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps
Quiero aprender a poder a amar y despues subir Ay amor, detras de los cerros estas tu amor Oculta entre la niebla estas tu corazon Vigilando el curso de dolor amor Detras
Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You caused the kids of Elmer Fudd To
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things
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Voy detr?s de t?, como un perro infeliz Voy detr?s de ti Como una sombra vil ta no quiero andar Detr?s de t? Voy detr?s de t?, como nunca nadie fue Voy
Spread power with words The gold that you stole The pillage and the plunder Is it any wonder that we're here? It ain't no mystery The fighting and the
Millionen Kaffeetassen später stehst du immer noch davor vor deinem Scherbenhaufen den du jahrelang verdrängt. Du gäbst ein Königreich
(Neal) What causes you to act the way you do? What draws this anger up from the very soul? Are you as insane as the things that you do? This isn't the
(Broomhead) You take it day by day, waste your life away You only live once but for your ignorance There's a price you'll have to pay You take no notice
(God, Broomhead) I've walked with you my child Since days were born You've turned the other way Fled from my arms I never left your side I never strayed
Prejudice is one thing that I hate Blindness by those who can't relate But one thing that I cannot stand Are those who on the other hand Are fighting
(Broomhead) Twisted bodies, pain, inflicted by the sane The guilty kill an innocent for their crimes A living sacrifice, made at His own choice A victory
