away slipping far away heaven took you far away from me left me empty and alone heaven took you far away from me too far away for me to go (too far away
Traduzione: Suolo. Too Far Away.
grey and from my hands to my brothers grave You took his side, you took his gift, feel the power of a fallen man, crestfallen man... Far away in this
politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too
line This land, this land The soil turns to sand and stone You could build a home A little place to be alone I'm worried about the world I'm worried too
Doin too much (too much), way too much (too much) You doin too much - I'm the one [E-40] I see you over there peepin a player out from hella far away
repay From below they will arise Another capture - screaming in the night Ripping then severed - achieve their endless plight Weight of the soil - is far too
We got off the plane in the cold, cold rain Lost track of the hour, lost track of the day We were very far away from anywhere we'd been before We got
take those odds. Like tiny alpine flowers on a wasteland of battered soil. All they need is the smallest piece of ground to live their lives. But those with too
; ignited by the fiery eyes. My God, I can't bare it, let me roll amidst this mud, so far I've found the answer in this pen, don't take it away! I think
on me, baby Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much You doin' too much, I'm the one I see you over there peepin' a player out from hella far away
From the gutter The diamond seemed far too bright to see, The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away, Just turn away, And every innocent wish, has granted
collar mustn't come too high Because well all right my skin is dry So each morning I rub my face with oil And the fabric you see the grease could soil
soiled another pair and whimpered "Ain't got no money in my wallet She's got the credit cards But they're all run up over the limit Won't get you very far
the green dark forest was too silent to be real When the green dark forest was too silent to be real And many are the dead men too silent to be real
, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At
gone? What have you done? A voice commands from high above this earth From the soil his blood cries out to me Murder, liar, vengeance, deceit (Far away
I too nothing know My face turned to the desert you left me all alone And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone And when at last death's soil
