Übersetzung: Luka. Offene Tür.
: Man kommt, wie man ist. Geht als das, was man war. Braucht nicht vornehm zu tun. Der Tod ist nuchtern und kahl. Man lebt, um zu sein, kommt, um zu
houla, C'est dans la cale qu'on met les rats, houla houla. {Refrain:} Pares a virer, Les gars, faudrait haler. On s' repos'ra quand on arriv'ra Dans le port
c'era troppo buio e il silenzio che opprimeva a parte un aeroplano lontano che rullava il fiume sembra fermo in questo porto canale ma porta le sue storie
l'ombre Aller aupres du phare Et la vie est sans phare A port coton qu?on se revoit Dans ce monde inhabitable Il vaut mieux danser sur les tables A port
: Schwer branden die Wellen ans Ufer Das sprode Gestein, es trotzt ihnen zah Ich steh allein im Regen Seit Monaten schon kein Schiff ich erspah Am Horizont
: She lays the table for two, a banquet where no one moves. Captive to her long brown hair, this time no one can stare away. She peels down hearts from
: Feels like, Watching, A Movie. The film rolls, yes, between each scene Like emotions, they flicker and its not irony but it Suits me. Its like One
live for WCCC Just in, a Haitian freighter has just been seized By the Miami Coast Guard with over 60 kilos Hidden aboard the vessel docked at the Port
Convict Up Front, yeah Convikt Muzik Ross, Triple C's If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch
Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep gettin
Ricky Ross Carol City Cartel Cool and Dre Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched
There's coming a time on the great judgement morning When the Savior will welcome you home Will you be prepared for the journey to heaven On the great
In the hope I'll forget I'll wait It's a chance I'll take oh yeah In the hope I'll forget I'll wait For the time In the spring I'll watch my step While
City port, city port, city-city-city port I went to the city port City port took my blues away I went to the city port City port took my blues away, yes
Fearful and numb, I now can accept Deceit and dependency are my preeminent assets Defined (Defined) A word etched in skin Sweet host (Sweet host) I'll
[Jarva et al.] [Lead - TJ] One too many times I've crossed that THIN RED LINE UNLEASHED that Ill-Will-Wind That blows INSIDE I should be taken into