Eye remember suffering eye remember ... feeling the sting of childhood & injections holy bruises sweet infections soaked in a stew like drowning cockroaches
Tem gente que nao sente que o mundo assim Ficara fragil demais Choro eu e voce E o mundo tambem, E o mundo tambem Choro eu e voce Que fragilidade, que fragilidade
en un mundo asi No olviden su fragilidad Lloras tu y lloro yo Y el cielo tambien, y el cielo tambien Lloras tu y lloro yo Que fragilidad, que fragilidad
: Original: Fields Of Gold Musik und Text: Gordon Matthew Sumner (Sting) Ik ligg hier bi di, un ik dink dor an, wat wi noch allens so vor harrn Du vertellst
: Eye remember suffering eye remember ... feeling the sting of childhood & injections holy bruises sweet infections soaked in a stew like drowning
style is like runnin' up in small town banks Bulletproof tanks, never bust blanks Always suffer with shank [singer] Killa Beez.. we will sting you..
swiftly Yellow brick stalker walking shifty Odd, but a prototype metroid programmed to holocaust style while you're soakin in the stages of denial Your petty soldiers seem fragile
the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting
Ich hab immer was zu sagen, aber step bis das Gelenk jetzt schmerzt, Bist echt der Held, willst mich fragen ob ich Rapper war, nicht Fred Astaire. Ich
and my day?s all serpentine The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length Does my name sting
Original: Fields Of Gold Musik und Text: Gordon Matthew Sumner (Sting) Ik ligg hier bi di, un ik dink dor an, wat wi noch allens so vor harrn Du vertellst
tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are How fragile we are how fragile we are
ho conosciuto avuto e Perso Un morso un sorso un addio E quanto tempo adesso sento quando sento Un altro tempo che e mio Il tempo stringe Non saro fragile
Eye remember suffering eye remember ... feeling the sting of childhood & injections holy bruises sweet infections soaked in a stew like drowning
Bought another copy of fragile Seeds were bustin' up the spine I think i cracked my skull doin' airplanes Not too many Bud's just fine Pussy scratch