Traduction: Pôle. La Boiteuse Du Régiment.
The roads of youth are fading out of sight I'll just have to remember what I?m not Never let me doubt that I won't be trapped The horses in my head, never
Un roi d'Espagne, ou bien de France, Avait un cor, un cor au pied; C'etait au pied gauche, je pense; Il boitait au faire pitie. Les courtisans, espace
Communication is where it breaks down Humiliation is all that's left now Apologetic, you say you're sorry You're pathetic, you won't be bothering me Just
We?re all watching the game with your friends like every night I guess they were more fun than we are Isn?t it kinda strange? that u always start a fight
Now everything's fine but I'm still gonna whine You've got eyes that shine But they aren't mine unless I pay for them in full And that's the rule and
No quiero que te vayas la noche esta muy fria Abrigame en tus brazos Hasta que vuelva el dia Tu almohada esta inpaciente De acaricira tu cara Tal vez
Whine, whine, whine How can you afford to throw me those looks When you haven't pulled the bloody wool From over your eyes yet? How can you say those
There's a tall, a mulatto, boy, I know And he comes to every party, he stands alone In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance It gets so clear,
Then they came on me They dragged me from the bar Still wet from sweat and beer I bruise so prettily by men Blinded by their fear, these men Broke my
it's been a long eight years and still no end in sight to the paranoia and stagnation our worst fears taking flight over the atlantic in the frozen darkness
Communication is where it breaks down Humiliation is all that's left now Apologetic, you say you're sorry You're pathetic, you won't be bothering me
you put the dumbest things in the strangest places behind the door, on the floor a cabinet full of empty faces let's give it a miss this time give it
I've slept with girls on the game. I've got my Catholic shame Lord I'm in purgatory Basically it's all come on top of me I wasn't me when we met You
[Intro:] Na nigga fuck out my face lame ass nigga I don't know You nigga get fuck outta here don't be standing close to me get back get the fuck over
[Gitano Anton] Cata cheli, al ritmo al que me acoplo, soplo, influencia me desboco, pajaro en mano traigo y no estoy loco, ay me sofoco nina, rap cachondo