Translation: Minea. Rano.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah
When you're all alone All the children grown And like starlings, flown away It gets lonely early, doesn't it? Lonely early, doesn't it? Every single
Oh my lover morning's after me no more running face the dawn and turn your back on me Blue eyed lizard I am ordened to withdraw stripped mined my own
(From Split w/Dramaqueen Hysteria) Love consumed. New order! Boy: "Hey, my name is promiscuity and I'd like to meet you, girl!" Girl: "I really don't
Translation: Wendland, Gerhard. Dance with me in the morning.
: Eras todo para mi pero te deje partir y hoy me arrepiento a todos digo, que sin ti soy feliz pero, pero no es cierto ahora, ahora que no estas conmigo
: Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger
: Se que deliras por los libros de escritores importantes y que mueres por la poesia de Machado o de Cervantes Se que olvidaste sin querer un papelito
A flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way up to the hilltop. The guileful: "Afraid? You won't surely die. This is my promise in conjunction
Am I meant to be a sinner or testifies it just of betrayal, to hang pictures on the wall of my own blood drawn history? Crowded! Surrounded! The judgement
Cover yourself in the night, because tonight is our final flush. Can you feel it? The blood that is pulsating in our fingers. What is love? What means
(From Split w/Dramaqueen Hysteria) Love consumed. New order! Boy: "Hey, my name is promiscuity and I'd like to meet you, girl!" Girl: "I really don'
Oh please give me some of your great pride my king and let me give back the safety that I feel when I am with you. (I feel safe)
Come down from your horse and run because the devil has taken possession of it. delusion is charming. seduction is near. we walk along roads of beauty
Belie! To your will my queen. I bend your mercy. Oh busy worker don't weaken. Swarm! Sweet harm. Sing a song of fortune and brave it. So march you followers
Bowed down with our faces to the ground we stand on a tower, thy children, waiting for the rain. Oh god, send us storm and thunder, to wash away all
Prickles falling from the world's crown in skies created by treachery. World! Where are your weapons? Where is your bravery? It is the unstoppable thunder
