Traduzione: Pietri, Julie. Canto Di Sorenza.
Traduzione: Pietri, Julie. Eva Alzati.
A morning in the garden of stone Abundant with shades of grey Through hardship and misery she must pace Endure, she has the world to face By every
Il se disait different Des autres amants sans sentiments Il se voulait haut perche L'illumine sans prejuge Il se disait consciencieux De la tirer de
There is a man inside of me Who wants to have his way And I cannot comply I relinquish this heart of mine Lord I am desperate for Your handiwork I
Goddess, she brought from afar A race of proud people from a blue star. They came to this planet a long time ago, and on their new world they worshipped
The life you reaped Once had a name The blood stains your hands Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame I grieve for what turns to ashes And bones and buried
Who cares what day it is Or how long we live for? I need to make a judgement About you before my bedtime For when I put my head down on the pillow My
Carolina, she's from Texas Red bricks drop from her vagina Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships But her breasts taste just like breakfast There's
I did not ask for a lot this year Every single day Looking for an answer to the words you say Never got to meet the President Never got to shake his
Back in the summer of '91 An angel with a lizard's tongue Was scheming for a holy broken nose Linked to every class of men Sprung out from the sparkling
The sweat on your lips is the rest of your smack Your breath starts to skip as your neck turns to slack Lay down my chubby princess before you get some
Johnny please don't tell the people bout the bluebirds flight Wasting education on a Tuesday night Yes, you are my pussy, you're just being mean Covering
Down on the street there's a police attack And you've got to find out So you suck on a cranberry candy They look so sad when you call 911 But you've
I just don't care about the evening news I never listen to the crackhouse blues They say the city is the place to be I wanna dance with Emily Everybody
She's my baby, she's my love Pixie Queen of Bible Club Seen her round the fountain sipping cokes Crafting brand new Polish jokes And I can't explain
He's the brat with the sterilized pitchfork He's the singer of the Beachwood Sparks He's a dreamy kind of cheesy companion piece Who wants to show me
Gemstones cracking, cause we're just too strong Drum-sized yearning cuz the pressure's gone Supervised love, crucified stuvs Simmering red in the sex
