Delivrez-moi(x8)... Je ne suis pas la mort,revenu d'entre eux, d'entre les morts,jeteurs de sort, je viens, au fond de vos nuits,hanter les reves inassouvis
Down here we are many you can not see us But we are here we watch your every move When we think its time we will bring you down No one escapes us
I?ve got to get away I?ve got to move away I?ve got to get away I?ve got to move away I?ve got to get away I?ve got to move away I?ve got to get away
They dump their oil in the sea, hail the economy Pollution in the air but they don't care The choice between economy and ecology Is easy for them cause
Mirando a tus ojos ya me imagino la situacion lo veo en tus ojos todo parece sin solucion Ya no me importa que pase ya no me vuelvas a mentir que yo
Racing into town Bicycles in line In your raid In your raid I was Crazy inner feeling flows in here I'm a child sweet liberty Heaven knows you thrilled
I cashed in all my chips tonight and combed my hair till it was just right. Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl, and we got something going
Yes, I know you've led them on And you've been figuring up the cost Of your list Your saddest goodbyes I'm gonna stay right here with you So if you'
(Eddy Marnay/E.G. Daily/H. Faltermeyer) Si tu me cherches Je suis comme une ombre Je suis le reflet de ton coeur C'est toi l'horloge Qui compte le nombre
We're tied to our memories They won't let us stray We're not gonna lose ones we made yesterday We look to our future And we make all our plans As if
I see you standing there, like a painting When I realize you're not here heart starts aching Some time, somehow, somewhere I'll find a way to carry on
I'm back for more, and I got the cure I know where I'm going for sure What we threw away, we should've saved Come and make my day I said some things
Deliver me out of the sadness Deliver me from all of the madness Deliver me courage to guide me Deliver me Your strength inside me Chorus All of my
(Texto: David Fruci, Pablo Begnini) (Colaboracion especial de J.Carlos Bueno) (Musica: David Fruci) I Es acaso la vida un juego Cada dia te aumenta
(Collen, Elliott) I'm tired of feeling hateful I'm tired and I can't breathe So tired that I would be grateful If you close the door when you leave
