: Lyrics/Music: Ivano Michetti, Giorgio Sacchi/Ivano Michetti, Flavio Paulin Ed. RCA/Pull | Universal Music Publishing/Soul Trade Music Publishing Album
: Lei studia all?universita lontano dalla sua citta ha uno sguardo travolgente come un faro e accattivante sul viso il trucco e un po? di piu con quel
: Hear the night toll in my breath The cold lights dance overhead Here the lake stares with dark eyes Trees are their lashes of ice See the star?s glare
: Cold chills, my baby makes cold chills go all over me Cold chills, cold chills goes all over me Ev'rytime I lay my hand on her brown body, cold chills
of Sadness Cleanse My Wings I Dwell In Grief After I Die The Landscapes So Below I Harken up, The Sunset Choir Sings From The Palace of Frost The Place
: La mia generazione conta gli attimi Non e' che io la voglia rappresentare E non ne avrei neanche comunque il tempo Perche' mi serve tutto per contare
: Che foza in su ?entu so deo, che frore in su nie. Comente nue in custos chelos, raidos de abba e de anneos. Deo chena caminu e cun meda
: Instrumental
: The place all frozen still [The glaze of frozen steel] Upon the body laid still Extracted by sorcery Once there was a myth [Once temples of myth]
Being with you was all that I needed And I don?t know why you were too blind to see it Now you?re gone And I need you here tonight You know that I can
This is a dramatization, the names have been changed To protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories I'm about to tell, so listen up and listen
with him Hey buddy, hey Alright, you fuckin' Get your fuckin' fat ass out the car It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up
What is time? Time is when a man is trying to make time with your woman But you're doing time behind bars and your time is standing still Yo, Frost, kick
man. I'm gonna kick the first verse, but for the Rest Of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Vida Loca! Frost Listen, Listen
Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas I put it in your face and you won't say nada
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. In the dark sits a sad cliche Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness
hopes rise. desire. build something out of nothing. happiness in the distance. built this for you. only good intentions. feeling this in the distance.