aunque alli seas feliz siento mucho que no estes aqui llora sin saber porque toda El Arca de Noe... Y hoy, Decimos adios con el corazon se marcha un
(Hello) There goes the gal, In the pretty skirt with the Golden smile that made you feel new. Like when the marching band strolls the street, You know
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending Heard it loud and long the river's Om Time marching
first but always do when you're famous Like - I live my life bold and courageous And invest my time and always calculatin my wages And let me lead the march
Pruzhanov] [Lyrics: Vadim Pruzhanov, Sam Totman, Herman Li, ZP Theart] On wings of burning fire across the oceans far The legends of the seven seas and
[II:] Creatures started crowling from the ashes and smoke and the night was cursed and drifting within the winds so cold And the knights from the sea were marching
how much more can you take from me You'll never go to sleep I'll swallow all your time Doesn't matter what you say cause you are mine mine mine Seasons change they march
Shades. Four shades.. Four seasons.. Six-Fours.. More reasons.. More money.. Whore season. Are you listenin mah? Your cheesin. We at the Staples on the floor, whole season
They came for him one winter's night Arrested, he was bound They said there'd been a robbery His pistol had been found They marched him to the station
faces painted white, by midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world
painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world
faces painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world
of madness standing so tall Marches of protest not stopping the war Or the killer of giants The killer of giants Mother nature people state your case without its worth Your seas
o' the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching, Marching, marching King George's men came marching