Meme aujourd'hui, dans les profondeurs de cette foret si dense, Un coeur abandonne est reste cache. Les gens qui etaient trop fatigues pour le chercher
Somewhere, Deep in the jungle, Are living some little men and women, They are our past, And maybe, Maybe they are our future...
Sasi sasi o to aro aro O angi si nau boroi amu Ni ma oe e fasi korona Dolali dasa na, lao dai afuimae Afuta guau mauri, Afuta wela inomae Sasi sasi
Babam, babam, de babam, De babam, de babam. Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik, Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik, Kelj fel romnji, mer' itt maradsz, Olyat
and four brothers The prince had a special bedroom on the ground floor With a window that looked down into a deep deep forest He could see distant lights from other
see it pressed deep in the palms of greed Chuckling at my misfortune, Murder Creek Is the place to go and drink, the scene is set, dig deep Grip mud on
like it's licorice snatch your gold chains, steal your gold fronts and return 'em to the caves of the motherland and ride a rhinoceros back to the other
ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
everyday is like another They love each other Less than last night More than tomorrow But it's not insight The day is perfect They feel alright Deep in the forest
Feel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them A billion try to bark revolution when only knee deep in the medium Duck you lucked
now we can make it. And my head became simple. My heart has changed also. The fog is lifting. Close to dawn. Many thoughts cross each other, and deep wounds arise. Too many deep
surround sound Barricaded so you can't move around now Doin this for my clan that ain't around now Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now My loud
all-black surround sound Barricaded so you can't move around now Doin this for my clan that ain't around now Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now
am because we all stay down Shit, I am gonna keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week we fortunate to make it out that trap because the forest roots they runnin deep
Au fond de la terre Amadie s'endort Mais si vous voulez Ecouter sa voix Demande aux Ricains De la chercher d'en bas The forest of Arcadia Is dead Deep
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He
passed beyond I believe in secret passages To the underworld Hidden deep inside man A key to the gates - The gates of hell Far from this forest Where
