[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Dette er den siste tid Et samfunn i strid Med det levende gudgitte ord Som har frelse for hver og en som tror Kan du
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Vi har en arv uten like Borgerett i det evige riket Vunnet med et rent hjerte Stadfestet med Sonnens smerte [Chorus]
(refrain) Aussi loin que l?oeil peut voir, Je ballade ma retine sur les courbes de l'histoire. Meme si sa semble dur a croire, La map Monde ce colore
Es este amor que enciende al corazon, y el mismo amor sera mi perdicion. Fui condenado a quererte sin razon, es un hechizo de muerte y de dolor. Y bebera
He's the one When you feel the heat That he makes you feel As a wonder He promises to you No more tears to cry All the colours Into the rainbow Comes
Long days Slow waste Sew lies Sow hate So many years to clean the slate Endless despair within its wake His touch soiling what used to be clean His gaze
Herdeiro da Pampa Pobre (Gaucho da fronteira/vaine darde) ?que pampa e essa que eu recebo agora com a missao de cultiver raizes se dessa pampa que me
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself Pissing money, showing his wealth
Heavy brains Heaving words In the twigs, in the dirt Cold, hard tongue against a glistening earth Blind high Blind high Blind high He was flat on his
New inheritors of earth You overestimate your worth Reverberations of a reverie The false certificate of birth No vaccination for your curse Maybe the
What would you do? What would you do, If desperation called for you? What would you do? A big black cloud of smoke You can't crimp it by the jackal throat
Despite probable cause Despite ongoing tests We have reason to believe In your disappearance Sparkle, swivel, sparkle Stack of Government checks Stack
That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastel summer dress You'd die alone with the land A hollow head in its hands But everybody does that But with
I'll play dumb I'll play dead In your mausoleum Insectivorous Caught up in the cloth Wrapped up in the gauze Of your summer dress Highlights shimmering
A terrible man, A desperate attempt to make amends, Wrote a song for a girl Who could not, but just imagine About something he read once About static
They don't know you Maybe they do They don't have the evidence They ain't got the proof Black camera Black camera They never been through What you been
You're a righteous woman Let the breeze brush off your back Summer's salty fingertips My woman, let the meaning dislocate We are tongues and shoulder
I have dreamed I've dreamed your image I've begun to believe You have ceased to exist In the tangible world The blistering humming We sleep Thousands