Übersetzung: Trude Herr. Of All Da Hustlers.
Übersetzung: Trude Herr. Ballin.
: Tu cu chesti lent scur Si accussi divers nun me par tu Stai fuman n'ata vot 'Ossaje ca te fa mal Nun te 'mport cchiu Io t'aggi' pensat semp Dimm qualche
: From broken homes and shattered hopes All the streets are filled with pain Nothing to live to The devil sells broken dreams Rise, fall, crash and
: At its core insincere, Comes close but not to touch. An obligation to deform. And we were warned and in our own reaction, Tied now to this push. Martyrs
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Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Whoa oh
me Trudi, Trudi, would you, would you, could you Trudi, Trudi, Trudi motor away Trudi motoring, Trudi motor away Trudi motoring, Trudi motor away Trudi motoring, Trudi motor away Trudi motoring, Trudi
Shimmy down and bail out The side room of your hotel Seems your dear diary Didn't know you so well What real grandeur had your Weekends to shout about
Shimmy down and bail out The side room of your hotel Seems your dear diary Didn't know you so well What real grandeur had your Weekends to shout
Well, I know that life is hard; I'll make it alright. And I know how dark you get Late in the night. I'm gonna add my effort to you. I'm gonna add my
Under black age toil we live That night the stars shot madly from Their spheres and we're raging like a violent storm And the moon that was no crescent
(title twice) Drivin' down the street just the other day I saw this real fine girl & stopped & said "You're goin' my way?" She said, "Thanks for the
Sometimes I feel like I'm prospecting for gold I'm always searching for the mother lode Each day I'm hoping for a little bit more Hard to remember what
'Tis love which makes the elephant forget 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose Yet far from home, no
(Instrumental)
Marching down to City Hall, we join the light parade Learning to untie the knot, the dawn of brighter days In the midnight darkest dreams, the rivers
From broken homes and shattered hopes All the streets are filled with pain Nothing to live to The devil sells broken dreams Rise, fall, crash and I burn