Give me something I can hold With that something I will grow Make me crazy with your arms It's all gone hazy, it's all gone wrong Olympian, framed by
Übersetzung: Gene. Olympier.
: I found a way to be everything I've dreamed of, And I know it's in me That I will become Who I want to be And I finially found it and I'm taking the
chouette les Jeux Olympiques, Tous ces athletes dans la foulee, Pour un marathon fantastique A la seule force du mollet. Ce s'rait chouette les Jeux Olympiques
had enough of their thoughts have your own Then you wouldn't have to be such a clone That just won't get you nowhere, you thought it would? THE DEAD QUOTE OLYMPICS
: Benvenuti siamo qua! siamo pronti ad iniziare.... L'olimpiade invernale! La ricchezza che ci da il potere e gareggiare e amore... per questo gioco
: I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house Woke up in the afternoon To the sound of the boulevard Hey look outside It's New Year's Day, the
: I walk hand in hand with myself I can verse with an empty chair about our health And she whispers ever so softly in my ears Your imaginary love is
: I like to ride on my motobike And drive real fast, but around the bend I slipped on a patch of ice and fell down hard I skinned my knee and I broke
: Every day is a disaster So we live for the darkness Like the Hollywood vampires We sleep until the sun sets And stay up all night In the arms of the
: Step right into those little black shoes and walk I don't want to hear your baby talk On and on and on and away you go Where you and your mouth stop
: I think we got somethin' together And I think it'll last a long time They say that we're in for stormy weather Well I don't care, let's leave the life
: Whisper, to you it's just a game I won't hold your hand in public You love me more than words can say But let's keep that our little secret You never
: I'm stoned again I miss you very much I'm stoned again I'm missin' that vital love That you chose to give to me But not for eternity I'm stoned agian
: The judge blows the whistle, and everyone falls down.. Crutches in the air - braces on the ground... The crowd begins to laugh, at the helpless tarts
of 52nd and broadway cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way new york city, i wish i was on a highway back to olympia i'm having a hard time
: Grita, y libera asi tu rabia ciega que no ve jamas como vas, como estas, fuerte pero siempre pisas fuerte bajo un sol agotador sin parar, mas alla,
: Grida Scatta forte la tua rabbia ed e cieca lei non lo sa Lei non sa quanto sei forte Ma tu batti spesso il passo per l'afa che tirera E se c'e tu