Innocent, and in a sense I am Guilty of the crime that's now in hand Such a nice day! Throw your life away Such a nice day! Let it go Cold these eyes
la hora de cerrar los bares El artista del alambre Habla de la gloria, De su propia sombra. Han pasado demasiados anos Desde los dias dorados Cuando
I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents See my
J'ai le coeur qui devient de plus en plus petit, Mon ame est en conges, en douleur, en voyage, Je ne sais plus ou trouver mon petit coin de paradis.
Be easy on me I'm fragile I'm easily broken Be careful with me I'm a fighter And you're cheating You're a liar I don't need this anymore This is not
Quel lungo filo che ti scorre tra le dita che ti nasce in fondo al cuore vola su nell'infinito no, non muore sai ritorna sulla terra e lega
What makes me feel so good Is that everthing's the way it should be Freedom, true love, new love, do love, love making love, right back to you Now don
Wish I could see you for one last time Wish I could say goodbye to you It's hard to deal with you dying It's time to say goodbye to you Bloody-faced
Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried
they're going higher wind is whistling on the barbs your head's a hammer hang wire, hang wire hang wire (meet you at the) hang wire that man is a liar
A hopeful adventure Got missionary ways Could start in the jungle Feel this way Search for an answer Over land and over sea All the mountains Of promised
54, c?est l?hiver Une voix, un beret et son tas de pierres Un mec, son histoire, qui couvre ses ailes 20 ans que ca dure Une idee de Michel Une personne
I've been riding fence all day Way up on the summer range Found a place to make my bed As the evening shadows spread Beyond the campfire light In the
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book
This wall divides us on two different sides But this wall is not real How can it be real It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed
A la hora de cerrar los bares El artista del alambre Habla de la gloria, De su propia sombra. Han pasado demasiados anos Desde los dias dorados
I need to feel redeemed I'm going sideways down An ever winding road With an ever unbinding load Of a one track mind Of a love that's lost somehow Of
