: On the bottom of the deep, deep clear ocean A small flower is dozing off The sweet searching of the wind The fishes playing in the sky No matter what
: I'm a soldier, znachit ya (I'm a soldier, meaning that I'm) I otvyetchik i sud'ya (Both the defendent and the judge) Ya stoyu na dvukh kontsakh ognya
: Fukaku fukaku sukitooru umi no soko ni Chiisana hana madoronderu Ama ya kana kaze no shirabe ni ji wo konuri Sakana tachi wa sorani asobu Daremo ga
: I'm a soldier, znachit ya I otvyetchik i sud'ya Ya stoyu na dvukh kontsakh ognya Ogibaya virazhi, obgonyaya smyert' i zhizn' Ya byegu srazit'sya s
: Angels and demons were circling above me Swishing through the hardships and Milky Ways Only the one doesn't know happiness who couldn't understand
: Ангелы и демоны кружили надо мной Разбивали тернии и звёздные пути * Не знает счастья только тот, Кто его зова понять не смог... Mana du vortis, Mana
: This is not new conversation Many people feel this way History repeats itself again In this ruthless world, the killing Broken people all around It
: I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick
: Forward into this battle that no one can win Labyrinth trench on torn land Sin origin, sin driven I am of pride and contempt A crossfire volunteer
: Take a look around, All things green and brown, Are here to stay, The people walking by, Buildings built so high, Will be gone someday, A piercing
: Count of all beauty missed inheritor loss of horizons need to repatriate the hidden persuasion it ever was left a mark alteration of roots outer
: (Instrumental)
: See back in the 1970's it was like I was a fetus in a jar, conceived in a lab Raised by scientists, no mom or dad I was the the first human clone
: I don't like to go down to flats 'Cause I can't park on a hill Instead getting a rolling start I have to pay the bill. I guess I need that city life
: Il riflesso sul lago di Kaman mosso da un gelo pittoresco e inesatto piega gli elementi in un comune respiro e sposta le nuvole da pezzi di sereno
: This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed