Übersetzung: Sabina, Joaquin. Lázaro.
Übersetzung: Tavi Lazar. Frumoasa Mea.
: Lazaro, levantate y anda, ponte el apellido, vuelve del olvido, enganchate a la oferta y la demanda Eh, flaco, esto es un atraco, pagale a la vida
je n'sais pas c'qui m'a pris, A la visite C'est des maladies qui s'voient pas Quand ca s'declare, N'empeche qu'aujourd'hui j'suis dans l'tas... A Saint-Lazare
Lazaro, levantate y anda, ponte el apellido, vuelve del olvido, enganchate a la oferta y la demanda Eh, flaco, esto es un atraco, pagale a la vida mas
: everytime you need me i'll be there for you showin' out no mercy till the fire's been burnin' thru sailin' down all the evening until the river ends
: Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to
: As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue And says "Follow
: He looked beneath his shirt today There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside He
: Martha told Him "You're four days late If You had been here he'd still be alive" Jesus told her "I am the Life He who believes in me shall never die
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
We are young, we run free Stay up late, we don't sleep Got our friends, got the night We'll be alright (Ah, ah, let's go) Tonight you won't be by yourself
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ah, ooh, ooh Ooh Drive slow, drive fast Whatever the destination is I'mma leave all the numbers on the dash The Sheriff's tryin' to
As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue And says "Follow
They say anything is possible And life's just another obstacle Well, show me the manual And the man responsible Yeah, I went lookin' for answers in the
One day, four men brought a crippled man to Jesus Still and lifeless, he lay upon his bed He had not moved since he was just a baby Still he longed to