: As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this
Übersetzung: Verwundet. Kind.
think the heart remains a child. The mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child. I think the heart remains a child
As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this
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: i am the wound. i am the flame. i am the slap, and yet the face. i am the hammer. the mirror that shatters. i am the blast. the child in tatters. i
Pratt, And come through cockin' tha black pound, When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down, Poster child, Air Force Ones, with
violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched [Chorus Makaveli] Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child
child in wanting a feeling not unlike regret permeates me and with the birth of fear i am set free from these wounds i claim redemption from these wounds
good reason A star that refuses to fade Still he braves his path? Windmills only laugh She was wounded and wild when he found her He saw her through child
whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred
: Levon wears his war wound like a crown He calls his child Jesus'cause he likes the name And he sends him in the finest school in town. Levon, Levon
: [7:14] Once a year the white robes go on a quest In search of a virgin, a child of innocence Born of Apollon divine is the heritage Chosen by foe
: I hear your voice on the wind And I hear you call out my name "Listen, my child," you say to me "I am the voice of your history Be not afraid, come
mother, mother... Hush child go to sleep, it's only the sound of a gun, Hush child go to sleep, it's only the sound of a gun, Hush child go to sleep,
River sweep away my memories of Children's things a young mother's love Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh Young hearts burst open wounds bleed
to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs
