Testi:
Pedro Blanco

Traduzione: Pedro Guerra. L'uomo bianco.

Mi piace pensare che tu fai tutto questo per me mentre siedi ed indossi il tuo nero migliore tu sorridi io mi ricordo di te Perche sono un balordo che

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Black Jesus, white Jesus, Jesus where do I begin? Sons of former slaves, former slave owner's, at the table King Former cave owner's, gene donors, that

So I'll keep searching For a place called home I'll rip my roots from this earth Into the unknown Is it for the dreams I chased Or the ones I caught This

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Traduzione: One Minute Silence. Bloccato tra l'incudine e il viso bianco.

: Cracking the whip, horses running fast The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cast The coach is rushing, through the haze of the night Darkness

: White days of Spring To awaken with the green that's sprung, its perfume comes to give you a quick spray White days of Spring this blue will take your