Traduzione: Ilan. East Side Soldier.
Everone's someone's biggest mistake they ever made. Get in touch with me, I could be yours.
"Cherche une fille soleil pour chauffer ma banlieue, Une fille provence pour mes escalators. Cherche main tendue dans la foule qui dort. Ecrivez. Cherche
It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground and a nervous disposition does'nt agree
[Intro]
A declaration of independence, the other person has cleared Understand the perspective, get the directive, and realise our fears We are simply trying
Meme apres l'ete Comme la mer toujours recommencee Je ne t'oublie pas Toi doux et violent comme un orage Moi prete a te suivre sans bagages Pour un
1. You may not have all you want or you need all that you have has been due to my hand, it can change, it can stay the same, who can say, who can make
Stones... Grey stones under a baking sun... Silent witnesses of passed away days. Fine send falling through my fingers, Like drops of the hot dry tears
Eternal thirst for creation When he became like the Lord The painter believed that some time He would paint a picture and it will revive But hours of
Decayed castle in neglected park Seemed more sullen after dark. Grey aged walls, overgrew with ivy. In every stone felt the fatal destiny. Bygone fame
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of North, Over the nations of the North His cruel sceptre bore; The nobles of the land did feed
Ring my silver little bells Loudly play my magic lute Come on listen,what I'll tell. Thus, I begin my tale. Strange as it may appear What I tell is
Transliteration: Kan lo eshma et kol hakukiyah. Kan lo yachbosh haets mitsnefet sheleg, Aval betsel ha'oranim ha'eleh Kol yalduti shekamah litchiyah
I'm pulling needles from the pines I'm shooting stars out from the sky They used to tell me something I must be hearing nothing Always the last to fall
skies of grey mind of blue drugged and chained turning blue burning crosses Jesus' losses doomed to a world of lesser love beyond a.d. under skies
Bent double and the vibrancy has gone Termors upon shutdown of my auto-function They sold it well: Contentment with no effort Domesticated drone lets
