come fa? Ma non sente dolore?" E il padrone dice: "Per quello che mi costa... Io faro quattrini a palate con questa contorsionista" Ma e arte, e solo arte
tu esclava de amor, por amor al arte. Por amor al arte, conmigo jugaste y me hiciste tu esclava de amor, por amor al arte. Por amor al arte tu me enamoraste
mano que no aguanto mas Quiero ya no puedo mas (Mezclado con los siguientes coros: Esto no , esto no, esto no No es por amor al arte arte arte arte arte Arte
L?arte di farmi felice tu la conosci da sempre ti e naturale un talento, un?arte... e dici le cose piu vere sempre al momento piu giusto gesti e parole
El arte del engaño resulto ser tu mejor don, Y no digas que no, lo conoces a la perfección, Conocí que es el perdón en nombre
The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn Back
Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours When you leave nothing you care about
Just ride those notes and all that sand again You'll find the same will of spreading our wings upon this graceless land The sea continues to break on
We, in this blowing of time We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground With no more poetries to cry We're still here without a place
Lights beyond everfalling drops From a timeless rail leaves a train to the stars Blue of sad tunes filtering the door Introducing the loveless down Emptied
There in those tears where I had to leave you drowning My pearl, you went to face the most cruel of my gifts And now I'm here to face the cold of what
Hey you creature who came from the night Why do I feel the need to lose myself deep in your eyes? Is it the same reason for your face tells of a cry?
I saw your daydream shattering to countless flakes of falling snow They were bright as stars, and each of them were a magic wish to come true But sometimes
A necrofilia da arte Tem adeptos em toda parte A necrofilia da arte Traz barato artigos de morte Se o lennon morreu, eu amo ele Se o marley se foi, eu
el dia pintandote Y que dificil es limpiar el aire de tu piel Pintar es mas que amar Pintar es crearte Es hacer de ti una obra de arte Tengo tu imagen
has changed Your room's rearranged Someone's been sleeping inside And the curtains closed On all your windows To block out the fried chicken sign Roll on, Arte
puedan decir que nos vieron El secreto siempre es confidencial. No hay dudas, ni miedo. Son los besos del arte de amarte Besos del arte de amarte Besos del arte
