Translation: Lucretia. Live To Tell (David Morales Mix).
(feat. Alessandro) Dimmi cosa c'e che non va, parlami dei tuoi problemi, perche usi la violenza nei tuoi prossimi. Noi vogliamo aiutarti, nessuno vuole
Mi segui, Mi torturi, Non mi fai respirare, Ho paura di te Ho paura di quello che puoi farmi, Ma io mi difendo, anche se ho timore di non convincerti
I suoi capelli biondi, come il sole, I suoi occhi azzurri, come il mare, La sua gonna bianca, come il vento, al vento si abbandono' La sua pelle chiara
(Testo di: A.Zeta - L.Zeta) Scrivo tra le pagine del cielo storie del mio mondo parallelo fatto di segreti e di emozioni dove nascon tutte le canzoni
Piccolina mia le tue guancie di seta mi sfiorano, la tua bellezza innocente se ne andra' come il vento, in una sera d'inverno in cui mano nella mano,
Ok ok, don't leave me wait a moment you say and a over my all special control in my house fall oh Please we are so much a like. oh oh, me and you together
I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down I hear empire down I hear the roar of a big machine
I work in a saloon Pulling shit pints for shit wages, it's a busy night tonight And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged Or tampered with
There was a crooked man and he wore a crooked smile He built a crooked highway and it ran for miles and miles With money from the revenue and sponsorship
Each day I get so lonely while living here below My Saviours waiting patiently, I'm planning soon to go I'm on a firm foundation thats built with Gods
I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway
Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game? Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame Tail shakin', home breakin,' truckin' through
...et les longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, defilent lentement dans mon ame. [Charles Baudelaire]
Ah, here she comes, truckin' Well, Lucy Walkin' down main street lookin' down Looks like a wow, talk about it [Incomprehensible] Stop lyin' Stop lyin
Tears are falling on my face Tears are falling without her I still taste her sweet scent, rain follow my steps I'm alone along her grave Lucretia Lucretia
Sittin' up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding It's in my place well I escape
This here song might offend you some. If it does, it's because you're dumb. That's the way it is where I come from. If you been there too, let me see
