Übersetzung: Spliff. Carbonara.
: A burned down old barn where someone was king White washed city halls surrounded by the proceeds Old woman janitor, whose wishes are gold Forget all
: Au dedans des paupieres De tes yeux qui renversent Pile entre les phalanges De la pluie sur la braise Ces envies qui nous poussent A embrasser le vide
: Through moors and mists of deception The uninitiated are conjoined Illusive bliss feeds obsession A feeble orientation is provoked Inflammatory bonds
: If I trust myself, and in my strength I'll be in the desert with nothing to drink I'll live in the wilderness, so far and so alone And I won't help
: Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings So you go to the movies where
: I think I feel a little hurt. My fists are turning coal to diamonds. Why no one told me so much work Would all go into tryin'? Oh, but those feelings
: Here we go; My only cold I fought Here I am, frozen in time I find a way from you, pave the way And cause I can't stand still they'll leave you down
: I'm just an old chunk of coal But I'm gonna be a diamond some day I'm gonna grow and glow 'Til I'm so blue pure perfect I'm gonna put a smile on everybody
: I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes. *repeat* I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes- arrive upon the mountain just to see what
: (Billy Edd Wheeler) Travelin' down that coal town road. Listenin' to my rubber tires whine. Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore. I'm leavin' you
: My heart is in pain the feelings for you won't be the same My heart a diamond it won't be Black like coal, all you will see The pain from feelings
: Daddy was a coalminer. He worked the pits all day. In Rock Springs, Wyoming. It was meant to be a stop for a day, became his home nothing more I can
: First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live you life like a canary in
: Smut castle... underage castle! Snuff castle... my home!
: Me train running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running
: L'ombra di mio padre due volte la mia, lui camminava e io correvo, sopra il sentiero di aghi di pino, la montagna era verde. Oltre quel monte il confine