Rechauffement de la planete Tout ca me prend la tete On nous aura pourtant prevenu Mais ca continue La malediction S'abattra sur la Terre La malediction
Je sens le desespoir Je suis entre dans son champ magnetique J'entends ses ailes noires Une fois encore sur ma musique J'ai cherche une autre vision du
Übersetzung: Lavilliers, Bernard. Der Fluch der Voyageur.
Übersetzung: Gerald De Palmas. Der Fluch.
acide Rechauffement de la planete Tout ca me prend la tete On nous aura pourtant prevenu Mais ca continue La malediction S'abattra sur la Terre La malediction
une constellation Une sainte triniter d'etoiles converge pour annoncer Le soucond avenement de notre seigneur Rejouissez-vous tous les cieux et vous qui y demeurer La malediction
: The sound of money the sound of pain Made me start thinking I'm better off insane She's so tired that she hardly speaks You can tell she lost her
: I am here to tell you a story a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night and though i will do my best, there are
: Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse. And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse. I know I said my heart beats for you. I
: (feat. Diddy) [Verse 1 - Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don
: I left first because I knew that this was cursed Knew I never want to see you again Left you hopeless, high, and dry, and I moved on because I thought
: [Verse 1:] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart
: Marked for demolioton, I'm Just a time bomb ticking inside No hope for the hopeless, I can see the pieces are laid out in front of me No point even
: Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint
: Innocence lost and you're trying to run from your fate Run for your life but you're destined to die it is too late Bred by street where you live and
: Duster die Zeiten, geknechtet das Land, Zu dienen und fugen die Menschen gebannt. Kein Vogel, kein Lachen im Flur widerhallt, Die Tage so duster, die
