lit Du premier canal venu, On ne lui fait pas l'insulte De mourir ad libitum De partir comme un inculte Sans boire un dernier coup de rhum A la sante
Et si un jour, je devais oser te dire les mots, Qu?on dit souvent juste apres s?etre aime un peu trop. Et si un jour je trouvais en moi assez de courage
Le c?ur au bord de mes levres Le sort que tu me reserves Le ciel a portee de main Du regne je ne connais que la fin Car je suis Le fleau de demain L?
I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing let
Más allá De fronteras y color Existe un mundo de verdad Un lugar Donde no hay oscuridad Donde un sueño es realidad No es de allí
Let me drown in an ocean of devotion Let my joy be in service and love my emotion Let me be closer that Your right hand Tighter than Your left hand and
Let me drown in an ocean of devotion Let my joy be in service and love my emotion Let me be closer than your right hand Tighter than your left hand and
Why is this so hard I just can't go on And I'm going to end it all When I finish this song Cause I just want to love you Is that really so wrong
Seal your fate, seal your fate Seal your fate, seal your fate Souless, forgotten in time Deep hunger flows in the veins Of the anciant Seducing dreams
There's the redeemed lost again Confused with doubts and suffering But if only they'd open up their eyes And see the beauty of their God Who has never
If I have weaknesses Don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the
Mama's alone where the sirens call They're filling up her mind like they fill the hall Mama can't fight what she don't know Baby looks fine while the
sfolgora e distrugge non mi trova da nessuna parte se non fra i giacinti romani dove ho la mia tana segreta e nessuna spada straniera sale per la scala dei santi
One and one and two are three If you adhere to Irish logic That's just one of the many jokes of which The Irish are the topic You can talk about the luck
Sing through your heart if your head's on the ground And the song's on high Cecilia says you've never seen the light unless you're found Now my mind
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Traduction: Dave Barnes. Prières des saints.
