you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in
Traduzione: Berlino. Pictures Of You.
should warn you before i storm on you some more disarm you and reform you don't wanna harm you or alarm you but nobody's leavin' here till they stop breathin
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds If you're worried and you can't sleep Just
take on any battle, I'll show you that I rock from San Deigo to Seattle I'll do you like a rattle, can you handle all this drama Now I'm in your ghetto
could go back holla at Asada Shakur Having flashbacks like I did time in the war Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor, The Berlin Wall And I paint a clear picture to provide you
warn you before I storm on you some more Disarm you and reform you Don't wanna harm you or alarm you But nobody's leavin' here till they stop breathin
you Dancing in Berlin I wanna see you Dancing in Berlin I wanna be with you Dancing in Berlin You and me, boy Dancing in Berlin I wanna see you Dancing in Berlin I wanna see you
people who wish to be joined together All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words, 'Ich bin ein Berliner
in my path First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits Picture me
These sore red eyes explore the room again The signed pictures of film stars Who stayed here in eras that knew of no wall, Berlin Part of the old world
You with fingers Your pictures put together A million times to different times This is me, and not you You are looking at a distance You are screaming
wood You've narrowed it down to hate or be hated You've narrowed it down, you have covered your eyes You've narrowed it down to the line you created You
If I told you it's ok, you might take for granted everything that I once said. If I told you it's alright, I might take the risk of knowing what you really
only the plan can you see me Can you read me Can you feel my love story Bleed my thoughts on a picture that's lost will you be mine I locked the door
She leans on you with that drunk grin She gives the boys A look at the best parts She's always a couple bucks short And that picture Of her in Berlin
. Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand. Many people who had fought and died knowing that they had to win. And still it sickens my heart to see a picture of the red flag in Berlin
