Übersetzung: Mark B. You Got It.
Übersetzung: Mark B. Netzwerk.
: You can break the wall To open your soul And try to feel the motion Find a new emotion And so Just let it go Just let it grow And you will know Take
: Das mit uns beiden ist ein Schwiriger fall und mit der Zeit wird es immer schlimmer von mal zu mal du hast mich gefragt,wo das hin fuhren soll ich
: More power to the people from beyond More to give to the rightful only one You look at me then you look into the sky I lie I lie I lie I keep on searching
: I hope it?s gonna rain, I hope it?s gonna rain, on queensday Then maybe you?ll see that it is actually, not that important To keep your fake reputation
: As the atmos- atmosphere gradually continues to dissipate an invisible pressure increases in irregular strength. Soon this worl shall crumble beneath
Al parecer no has recibido mi mensage Cuando te fuiste te lanze mil advertencias No hicistes caso y ahora vengo a repetirte Lo que te dige aquella noche
[Marc Anthony] Como es que te amo asi, Con todo el pensamiento, Como lograste entrar asi sin preguntar robandote el momento, Como es que te amo asi, Sin
Te veo obstinada En hacer tu maleta En borrar al marcharte Una vida completa En tirar tierra al fuego Por querer apagarlo En dejar nuestro mundo Y querer
(Yo, dat be dem) Late nights, I-95 Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side (Yo, dat be dem) Shots howl, rollin wit kings Thirty ninth street, B
A distant friend of Johnny B. Goode Jason B. Sad was a lonely lad His head was a bed for everyone His clothes was his life but his heart was a knife
O the throat of winter is upon us The barren barley fields refuse to sway Before the Husky hag of early darkness In her hoods of snowy grey. Winter
With your stained glass look Ahh........ Well do you remember when we met You stuck behind me like a stained glass net And I'm broken Is that a
Cain, firstborn son of Adam You killed your brother Abel Now you bear the mark of God in your eyes Your eyes Pain is the sing of your symbol And you'
I'm breathing, I feel my heart beat But it's been a while since I've been alive A new day, I feel a summer breeze I will let it take me, wherever it may
we ever really know? The end, it's bound to happen But in the meantime It's on with the show On with the show March on March on March on
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
