dici quello che pensi e sotto controllo, analizzato con chi vai in giro quello che compri e stato attentamente catalogato non sono un numero io non sono il
Forsi ho tegnuu in ustagg per tropp teemp la lena Fermu ne la buteglia del tempuraal Tramuntana in?de veet Portum via de ?sto siit Ogni umbriia l
Translation: Houston, Cisco. The Prisoner.
che dici quello che pensi e sotto controllo, analizzato con chi vai in giro quello che compri e stato attentamente catalogato non sono un numero io non sono il
Forsi ho tegnuu in ustagg per tropp teemp la lena Fermu ne la buteglia del tempuraal Tramuntana in?de veet Portum via de ?sto siit Ogni umbriia
glielo daranno il sole.. tutto in una volta.. sulla schiena, peggio dei colpi di bastonatura; sopra l?isola nuda a spaccar pietre. Ante..il prigioniero Ante ha conservato il
: Forsi ho tegnuu in ustagg per tropp teemp la lena Fermu ne la buteglia del tempuraal Tramuntana in?de veet Portum via de ?sto siit Ogni umbriia
Here, behind the wall I feel so small Breathing but not perceiving Here, anger is me, love sets me free Feeling and not believing Here, behind the wall
Here I am after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my
She used to give me roses I wish she could again But that was on the outside And things were different then We built our world together With a love so
Well, you're the prisoner locked in your cell You're living in your personal hell The prison bars block your view They don't exist except for you Free
{We want information, information, information Who are you? The new number 2, who is number 1? You are number 6 I am not a number, I am a free man} I
you've thrown away the world, no longer can you see you've left your soul somewhere that you can never be in this place you've gone you see no light
Summer's burning (Up inside) Left alone (To gag then tie) Here comes the rain Just when you never thought You'd lose your way again When it's so wrong
Apartment walls, halls are small Government building, site much too small These tiny boxes won't let me out These tiny boxes are too remote It's a screaming
The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi North of Watford Junction We get in but we don't have fun An' we leave before the truncheons So it's back to watch
You have watched me, safe in your anonymity I have dreamed you, held in your security Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul Your eyes
Thanking you for opening my eyes so clear Sweeping old illusions from my soul But most of all for turning something simple and sincere Into somethin'