le Grammy pour un jour les foutre au Poubelle!! C'est un s.o.s on vous lance un crit de detresse! Ya yes ya S.O.S Ya! C'est un s.o.s on vous lance
Grammy pour un jour les foutre au Poubelle!! C'est un s.o.s on vous lance un crit de detresse! Ya yes ya S.O.S Ya! C'est un s.o.s on vous lance un
take revenge The fields are littered with blood and stench Jaffa, Acre, men and land I wrest from the Sultan's hand For the sake of heaven's light Many
bare face lies come off the block! Look man, She's lying, look in my eyes she lying, And a clock from time she's lying Chatting about him n her are just
How's about some milk? How's about some milk? How's about some dairy products today?
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone It's not unusual to have fun with anyone but when I see you hanging about with anyone It's not unusual to see
When I was 10 years old May my love reach you all I locked in myself and buried too long Now that I come to fall Please say it's not too late Now that
bath The water's there to warm you And the earth is warmer When you laugh Love is a scene I render When you catch me wide awake Love's a dream you
s out of control Blood in The World's hands It's our epitaph It's out of control Someone should know Blood on The World's hands Someone should
It's the same in every country when you say you're leaving Left behind the loved ones waiting silent in the hall Where you're going lies adventure others
Said the plain clothes cop to the beauty queen ?I?ve seen nothing but a spoke in a wheel? So she gave up her crown to a kid with a crutch And they
of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning there were planes The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's
that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to circle the world A girl with a bird she found in the snow Then flew up her gown and that?s how
hope to reveal The secrets of the maker When the ancient broke the seal Immortal we are suffering For opening the locks To see what is concealed Inside Pandora's
anymore I feel myself weary and old I've had more than my share of pain Love's not made for my kind My heart's turning to stone Love's not made for my
apportent pas D'issues de delivrance On fait n'importe quoi On a peur du silence On hurle dans les bois Oh iro, oh iro, Oh ironie de nos danses Oh iro, oh iro, Oh ironie
It's the same in every country When you say you're leaving Left behind the loved ones Waiting silent in the hall Where you're going, lies adventure Others
