disappear call out my name Ia??ll be there for you call out my name Ia??ll be there call out my name and i will serve you call out my name Ia??ll be
Übersetzung: Boden. Calling Out.
my mind Of a young man riding through the frozen woods In his eyes rage and bitter tears His village was burnt to the ground He storms forth, crying out
go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare
his last nocturnal flight [Solo: Pontus Norgren] Bring out the Outlaw, how do you plead To the allegation Bring out the Outlaw, charge him, decree Eternal damnation Call
out in the dark I have fought for survival as thunder and gunfire were roaring Back home, the time and the place of my own my future is calling I know
El Salvador? Bobby's getting called. Billy's getting called Juan's getting called, John's getting called . . . They get a letter in the mail, they get a telephone call
name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted Our work contract's out and
through the bush 'Cause that's where I get my music And that's where I live my life You can call me a jolly swagman if you like Call it humpin' my bluey
all if you call me a Mallee Boy. No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
lab I cooked up tunes My homie smoked tash, and used to throw cash Out of born fishes, they want the raw lyrics Shoot or sniff it, you call it Alcoholics
de mi tierra cubana Aqui no hay canto en vano [Translation:] The sun heats above And the royal palm enlights us With the pride of my Cuban soil Here
voices. They are calling my name - greeting me. "Come with us - be ours." "Join this perverted dance of the night." "Listen to out symphony - a rhapsody
not die for me? My soil shall remain graveless For I was here to wander ...and I will collect my sins From my beloved I shall tear out the last one Never
wind The soil will soak in blood and harden As if with their own hands they calls out to all that live Kneeling on the black soil, fingers claw in hot
streets Nas: I'm in too deep Nature: It's just hustlers in the streets Nas: Raised in the streets Nature: Yo A yo When you in too deep you better climb out and find out
After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens Time stop, flyin' guillotines Commin for your flock What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? Black out
live again, shake out the ghost dance. Stretch out your arms now tip and swing, Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi. Threw out your shoe over the soil, Dust
