des pages Avant de poser mes bagages J'en ai vu tomber des pluies d'orage Avant de trouver L'amour en heritage {au Refrain} 3 - J'ai recu l'amour en heritage
J'suis descendu par chez-nous, c'etait pour y veiller (bis) Quand j'suis t'arrive la-bas, j'suis t'alle voir le cure A l'enterrement de mon pere, j'etais
Übersetzung: Saintonge, Monique. Mistral 's Daughter.
ecrit des pages Avant de poser mes bagages J'en ai vu tomber des pluies d'orage Avant de trouver L'amour en heritage {au Refrain} 3 - J'ai recu l'amour en heritage
riecheggia l'immagine di chi non c'e di chi e andato per noia o per rabbia, di chi la strada l'ha persa da se, e l'immagine di chi vorrebbe, ma al
: The father to his son, says you have to be weak to be strong You have to be scared to be brave, you have to know fear to be saved The son to
P. Is what they'll find Evisceration / Consolation Your mouth so paralyzed with fear You dare not to speak Your eyes so blind and hypnotized You cannot weep The heritage
: I am broken - unstable mentally Life has spoken - I want to flea into darkness I want to be all alone End it silently Who's to blame for this misery
: You behave like someone I don't know Not like the person I used to know How did you become like this You became what I hate the most Liar I watch
: Castaways, abused and thrown away Left to be a face without a name Silently endure the pain and fear Uncertainty is your destiny Close your eyes Fulfill
: Can you live with me, as you all see me Are you satisfied, by what you see Am I approved to live, enough that I give Allright that I live Fine where
: Here I am alone and fading away A shadow of what I used to be Who cares for me? Am I still a part of humanity Days go by They seem like years Each
: Salt water is drowning my eyes Inside me my heart seems to die Silently I bare my sorrow My burden, my secret to hide Feelings so twisted Confusion
: Takes his life For he must die To be with her In endless time Her face he sees still clearly Her skin so soft and warm No longer is she near him Her
: Awakened, yet I see only darkness I curse the god that got me born - Got me gifted I sense the closing, the arrive is near From dead-men, thoughts