Songtexte:
Sana Sananina

: Prefiero ser caminante a ser camino ser libre a ser esclavo ser beso a ser punal prefiero un campo de hierba mojada a un campo de batalla que huele

Now there's a wind blowin' leaves Along the empty street Down by the place on the corner Where we used to meet Two people too proud to give Afraid of

I'd be hanging on their words Like they almost meant a thing In the only lullaby I heard, Their sirens blaring, singing me to sleep Holding my loved one

Can you make it on your own? Can you take it by the throat? Make your own luck, learn the skills Get in early for the kill It carries on Pick up the

I'd be hangin' on their words Like they almost meant a thing And the only lullaby I heard The sirens blaring, singing me to sleep Holding my loved one

Your eyes to take cover and all your lies will see the truth stand tall I?m drowning in you the time has come to take it back but this silence between

Take the chance to manipulate Thier truth is simply what they create They'll put words inside you mouth Have no chance to spit them out What you read

Übersetzung: Copeland. Ich bin ein Sauger für ein freundliches Wort.

Übersetzung: Laura Branigan. Bedeutung des Wortes.