Traduction: Carca. Black Clouds.
What if I missed you And if it didn't hurt you I wouldn't give you No clue Say would it be true That nothing would be ours I've been thinking of you For
Siehst du die Mauern und die riesigen Zaune? Siehst du die... ...grauen Fassaden von diesem Gebaude? Siehst du die... ...leeren Blicke der erniedrigten
Stongo acussi e prego 'a madonna, nun sputo 'ncielo ca 'nfaccia me torna. Pure si canto na storia over' o sto sbaglianno o nisciuno me crede, dico accussi
Naw Breton 'so ba'prizon c'hwec'h mis 'so tremenet Ba'n toull-bac'h e rhoteant him boud bet ampronet Nine Bretons were thrown in jail over half a year
[Intro:] Free up! (Busy) From captivity - Sound it All who cut off the f**king bracelet - watch it All who dead from the leash - refugee Busy! [Chorus
quoi s'en tenir Quand tout seul on se fracasse La gueule contre ses meilleurs souvenirs Mon dieu, comme le temps passe Tout seul aussi on peut maudire Sa toute petite carcasse
When you're in prison, don't turn the other way Keep your back against the wall When you're in prison, don't turn the other way Do not bend at all Oh
Do you see me? Oh, do you see me? The one you laid callused hands over And did you drink? Oh, did you drink? No, Daddy doesn?t touch me when he?s sober
J?eteins la lumiere pour tout le monde Sauf pour moi pour ma ronde Je connais tous les pensionnaires Meme le fantome de femmes meurtrieres Mais des que
In the middle of a gun fight In the center of a restaurant They say, "come with your arms raised high!" Well they're never gonna get me Like a bullet
When you're in prison, don't turn the other way Keep your back against the wall When you're in prison, don't turn the other way Do not bend at all
I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits We
Encore un enieme seize, enfin disons un freestyle Avant d'ecrire je fais le vide dans ma prison de cristal Voici une confidence, un truc juste entre toi
I'm in your creek with bricks for feet A dirty teen dream too perfect for me Two years crashed on a dead end street My heart needs a jump, can we add
Girl at the graveyard, boy from the gutter Grow out your hair, go drown in the summer Sleep on the beach under blue tidal waves Swinging from new moons
