Traduction: The Black Douleurs. Never Let Me Go.
Traduction: The Black Douleurs. Harley Et Rose.
first snow, tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting. I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles, A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow
eagles rage into the sky Ride the storm - now and tomorrow Faster and so far Ride the storm - no hidden sorrows 'n' aiming for the stars The colour black
his pride diminishes his pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him the world got cold overnight now didn't it? Post graduation now just a spokesman for unemployed blacks
see in black and white, feel in slow motion, (feel in slow slow motion, and drown drown myself in sorrow) I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow
a high salary, except makin deals and selling blow in the alley, see the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails, overpopulated with mexicans and young black
war 5 black stars in bitter defiance she's spitting the corps wet a brood short league for combat my mother the war well acquainted with sorrow
from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows
Heartbreak come, steals the color from my sky Blue and white, fade to black and gray Clouds collide, and tears fill up my eyes Storm winds steal the words
Pleasure and pain endash together they walks What they get is addicted to drugs To ease all their sorrows What they get is addicted to drugs To ease all their sorrows
the Vice Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life? The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows Leavin' your soul hollow That you fill it back up liquor bottles Black
I twist and turn in the darkest space Can?t find my way as I learn the pain Blast to the sky with a black toothed grin A whiskey smile takes me down
Gold-Bloss) I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs A demon's playin in my head a melody I can't forget She's a beauty in her sorrow, each
words, A tongue of actuality Hands in grey gloves To germany with love A war between the wars A war between the wars Triumph over by Gone sorrow Can in
In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in gray gloves... To Germany with love A war between the wars A war between the wars Triumph over by-gone sorrow
