Traduzione: Arcana. Gdzie Bogowie S ¹ Jak Bracia I Siostry ....
Traduzione: Arkona. Gdzie Bogowie S ¹ Jak Bracia I Siostry ....
What makes you think that your death is secure? That you won't die alone. Your solace isn't something to seek. It's a sign of the weak. Who will save
I came home early to see you Couldn't wait to hold you I've been away for so long But as I walked through the doorway My heart was shattered To find
All flaws neatly on display Bruises all in frames So long they're so many scars We're dolls with no arms All flaws Swiftly rearranged we bled just
(Shneezin) Ey yo Mike (Hm?), Mike (Ja?), Mach mir mal die Schuhe zu. (Mike) Was? Nein! (Shneezin) Hurensohn. (Mike) [...?] barfu?? Lass mal Hunde wecken
Ich bin schon lang nicht mehr bereit, ich stell nur noch Sachen fest, und so gehts mir seit, dieser Tag mein Leben verdreht hat, ihn verwirbelt hat im
You pulled up and parked your El Dorado We said "hi" and kissed with some bravado I got out my camera and was laughing Happy it was you I'm photographing
Cotton candy was king On the midway that spring When I saw you in the ring on the lawn Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on
Put on your shoes, girl I'm goin' to the coast Where every loser Gives up what hurts the most And all those haunted Unlucky guys get told Who's really
Something isn't right I don't know how I know But baby, it's despite Your dog-and-pony show I can hear it coming You're only going through the motions
That summer was just crazy hot We walked the fairground parking lot And with our secret handshakes Sealed the deal completely But I'm too close to know
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas And then, baby, I'm through Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference Except maybe to you But
I want to believe If you tell me so I want to believe 'Cause you oughta know That kicking is hard But the bottom's harder So I'm taking your card But
From the 22nd floor Walking down the corridor Looking out the picture window down On Sycamore While perspective lines converge Rows of cars and buses
The king of the jailhouse And the queen of the road Think sharing the burden will lighten the load So they pack up their troubles In an old Cadillac
Sitting in your father's basement Waiting for the phone to ring Still in your pajamas, baby She made up some excuse to see you You said you didn't feel
I drew a picture of you You and your anchor tattoo And saw the face that I knew Covered in shame You drew a bird that was here A kind of sweet chanticleer
