Open the white doors To the field of thoughts Where no light dances Through the 6 panes (white pain) Sanat muodostuvat ajatusten galleriassa Tieto on
Svarar framtiden pa tomhetens forganga drommar Skapas kunskap av svalda ord ur bockers strommar Living in the inner worlds Collecting all the fallen
...och ater fran havens land Dessa tunna sidor tunga blad Vindar som noter stenar Vagor som skriver namn Nar livets grenar aro brutna Da tarfyllda ogon
Trang dig genom vaggens bud Till en varld utan ljud an exponent for number 10 and m(3) Ett rum (5,101 x 10(14)m(2)) i djupets botten is supposed to the
Skuggan foddes av smarta For livet som var borta Som vattnet i brunnen I en andlos tunnel En skur av het sno Kvaver asikter med rok Farger ar tystnadens
Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave You're running today maybe tomorrow you'll be saved You pray for daylight to save you for a while You
(Doch du bist nicht wie sie!) Der Schmerz lA¤sst jetzt etwas nach und mein Bein wird langsam taub. Etwas nA¤hert sich mir. Schritte... (Da drA?ben ist
The temperature sank below zero And the seas became giant mirrors And trees formed a crystal splendour The world is frozen to the core Take my hand and
I'm gonna miss the galleria It was the only place to go this side of town Goodbye to the galleria I just heard today they're gonna tear it down And without
Author:Conte.Paolo Title:Dal_loggione DAL LOGGIONE Lampi fuori nel buio temporale e lampi qui nel Teatro Comunale lampi
How you gonna keep me warm, now that the whole world's chloroformed Well maybe it's the time of year, or maybe the calm before the storm Oh we missed
soportar mirandote con el Se exactamente que serias en su galeria No es justo me destrosaria Obra de arte que no valia Colgando con cien otras en su galeria
God broke the mold when he made this one I know She's breathtaking but so much more She walks in the room, your love's closed Making you never want to
Believe me, I believe everything you say Even if you claimed you heard a ghost sing songs I think I know what you're doin', I'm away But believe me, I
I feel the eyes All stare at me Nowhere to hide They see into my mind Know they're alive Look not glazed Like he who died In the picture frame My photo
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen Angel, Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina
The more I take a look inside, the more I'm fried The more I understand the ride, the more I slide The more you put me back in line, the more I tried
The minstrel in the gallery Looked down upon the smiling faces He met the gazes, observed the spaces Between the old men's cackle He brewed a song of