Übersetzung: Infernalisch. Il Passagio / The Ends Of Hell.
Übersetzung: Infernal (Brasilien). Il Passagio / The Ends Of Hell.
: Time to get away, gotta help myself, soon Help myself! Time to get away, gotta help myself, soon Help myself! Help myself! Time to get away, I gotta
: Soldiers of fortune lost in the wind No destinations and nothing to win Keep your head above the water, you get dirty and mean Scrubbing forever and
: Sun vegnuu graand ma mea taant in questu siit in duve'l suu te sbrana indue scapuscia anca la bissa e indue'l tramuunt el g'ha mai presa G'ho
: I am the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
higher state A rite of passage The final stage a sacred home Unlock the door and lay upon the stone A rite of passage Men of wealth and power Influence
: Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Want to get on He want to get
: I am the passenger and I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, the bright and hollow sky You
: gao jia qiao guo qu liao lu kou hai you hao duo ge zhe lu tu bu qu zhe yi zhuan yan jiu dao le zuo ni kai de che ting ni ting de ge wo men hao kuai
passage, Deux par deux les petits enfants sages, De passage, Les bons points, les bonbons, babillages, De passage, Sans rime ni raison, Toutes ces cargaisons D'images... De passage
: (In Passing) . . . Little sister, Playing hide and seek Even though mama told you I?m really gone If you miss me Sneak a peek at my diary Or read the
: I am a passenger And I ride and I ride Ride through the city's back sides See stars come out of the sky Yeah the bright and hollow sky You know it
: Signor comandante della pattuglia ma non le pare di sentire dal fondo dei faggi alla collina come qualcosa che si avvicina la strada che taglia per
: I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night I have pains in my hearts They
: she's got black hair and she has got a black dress she's pretending that her life is a mess but I cannot rest with so many worries I can't lie down
see from where I stand Blood still running down my arm, from all the cuts in my hands I must enter the unholy cell I must enter a passage to Hell Someone
