Traduzione: Acolla. Hands In The Air.
Traduzione: Acolla. Come molti vogliono.
Traduzione: Acolla. Atmosfera sterile.
Traduzione: Acolla. Alcuni Tarantole.
For thousands of years we've reigned the world By bringing you plagues and war No matter how you try to improve the world We'll always be around to
Il pleut sur les coqs de bruyere Il pleut sur les constellations de bouleaux blancs Il pleut sur les charrues matinales barbouillees de terre glaise
We all return to change We all have time to change We swim against the tide Look back into the past We all do anything We live in unconditional change
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Maybe this, made for two, maybe you, But I can't put a Fy's apple pie in my mind, With distractions that happen, Refraction that matters is clear,
Here again, don't give yourself away again Surrendering some things are better left unsaid Gone again, I'd settle down, I'd settle for content To stay
Read with me what is said wasn't never meant to hurt, Real stories always come of worse Can we make the time to leave it behind and reshape, remake our
You said enough, you said too much. You focus solely on her touch, and halcyon. In arguments set in stone In promises of what was once, you come undone
Wanting meaning wanting more, than the same things Wanting everything just to start at the ending I've found another face to show Just because what you
Always a new temptation, I am desire Always in moderation, if it's a hunger from the heart Trying to keep it all out of sight and mind Out of sight and
Late at night, I'll run through the streets and empty corridors. I'll find my counterpoint, inside a red room locked behind a door. I keep holding my
I'd be a dead man hanging around, If it weren't for my pals in this town. C-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-c-ron-cronies. I'd wouldn't go down to the joint, There
The sound of nothing speaks to me inspired For my violent sound of honour is soon to roam this land So many hopes, all soul seeking dreams. So few levels
