To expose your ass on paper: terrifies some and it should: The more you put down the more you leave yourself open to those who label themselves "critics
And all shall fade The flowers of spring The world and all the sorrow At the heart of everything But still it stays The butterfly sings And opens purple
This is the beginning, you're on the road Your secret journey and no one will know No need for words, oh, just let yourself go Enjoy what I'm doing 'cos
carnevale/non ti vedo quasi mai/e per fortuna c'e/ il mare con le sue leggende/ la certezza che il mio cuore non si arrende/ ce la fara/ a ritrovare il posto delle viole
This is the beginning You're on the road Your secret journey That no one will know No need for words Oh, just let yourself go Enjoy what i'm doing 'Cos
Traduction: The Icarus Line. Le viol de la Sainte Mère.
Traduction: Violet Indiana. La visite.
Traduction: Jusqu'à la fin de la World Soundtrack. Sax et violons.
Traduction: 78violet. Le plus grand moment de l'année.
: He reminds all the laughter That has left me going down And my heart is falling silently Into the driving evening sound Sometimes we must keep from
My right-side brain Is deranged and burst out Dissect and examine The inside of my head Hold back stream of artery Fevered, boiled, reversed, putrefied
Feeding from her ruby fountain, from her cunt. I gorge myself, on diseased chunks of vile mangled twat. She was easy intoxicated I picked the bitch,
He reminds all the laughter That has left me going down And my heart is falling silently Into the driving evening sound Sometimes we must keep from
Il profumo delle viole un giardino dipinto di fiori la tristezza dei tuoi occhi cosi belli bagnati di pianto. Mi ricordo di te amor ogni volta che c
suonero il violino ancora piu alto sporchero la dolce melodia con il dolore del mio corpo dissanguero il mio spirito e te ne donero il frutto ? la mia essenza. Suona violino
i'd like to say. is that staying friends is okay. but you and me we know. that in one heart love would grow. same time tomorrow. when i wake up. will the violins
mare ne dai monti coperti di neve, non aveva nessuna moglie e neanche un dio sapeva pregare, non conosceva nessuna lingua e per parlare usava un violino