the weekend's final yawning Now it's about time He has crossed the line He is miles away In the city (City!) (City!) (City!) (City!) Now it's about time
Madness! Madness! This is pure madness that we're talking about Pure madness all the time now This is pure madness that we're talking about And I can'
night is Sunday in the morning Monday brings the weekend's final yawning Now it's about time He has crossed the line He is miles away In the city (City!) (City!) (City!) (City
Übersetzung: Wahnsinn. In The City.
: Si piensas que soy pesimista es que no has comprendido nada yo lanzo la critica a esta vida disecada pero eso no me complace no me quedo yo en la grada
: Doctor, doctor, como puedes saber si te has vuelto loco doctor, la gente cambia, la gente cambia, me crie asi, me crie asi, digame de una vez lo que
: Domingo, noche a solas, con el diario en mi habita. En el vinilo un piano gira y yo recopilo versos para dar salida a un nuevo texto. Todo esta dicho
: Mientras rimo esto, un dia cualquiera, el hambre y la miseria dejan un nuevo cadaver en la acera. En el cuartel saludan la bandera, y aqui fuera la
: Personas pudriendose en cloacas fabricadas por el miedo ?Legislador quien te dio la potestad para decir lo que esta bien, lo que esta mal, lo que se
Bass ... lovers ... united! Bass ... lovers ... united! I\'m scared to go out alone, Your heart is made of stone, You robbed me off my feelings, Is
She turns my world around Whenever she is touching me She knows she's got control Of every little thing I feel I can't go on feeling Like a little devil
Beat me till I'm black beat me till I'm blue but I'm not giving in to the likes of you. Living in the sanctity of love. Living in the sanctuary of
Desperate plans impact hearts. Do not stop seeking what you love or you might end up loving what you find. Tie me up and blind me with your... What is
La ville ecrase la foret Pour y installer son decor Sans songer au bruit que ferait Le chant de tous les oiseaux morts On cimente le paysage On betonne
Wie der Tanz der Blatter im Herbst, spure ich den Zahn der Zeit wie er an mir rei?t. Empfinde nichts dem Schmerz gleich, seh nur wie es mein Herz zerrei
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man, A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand, Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Summer in London, watery sunshine, A place in the city where I can go sometimes. To get on a red bus and go anywhere, See all the sights and not pay
Well there's a man I know At least I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time Of course he had to be fed I had to
