chiffon rouge de la liberte Car le monde sera ce que tu le feras Plein d'amour de justice et de joie Accroche a ton c?ur un morceau de chiffon rouge
Sick of trying to find a way inside Sick and tired of all the after Sick of trying to find a way to slide Even though it always ends in laughter It's
I was twenty and she was eighteen We were just about As wild as we were green In the ways of the world She picked me up in that red rag top We were free
never say die Together we will stand, we're an army Ascending to the throne, we hold our heads up high The world in our hands, we're an army draped in
The people's flag is deepest red It shrouded oft our martyred dead And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold Chorus
so many assassins, but which one is yours? mind your intuition but i've said this before i've adorned my skin with symbols and wings and other helpful
United's flag is deepest red, It shrouded all our Munich dead, Before their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold. Then
Red flags are vying for my attention Nothing adds up Getting by on old goodwill Backtracking thoughts from their destination I closed my eyes thinking
Sick of trying to find a way inside Sick and tired of all the after Sick of trying ot find a way to slide Even though it always ends in laughter Its never
Traduction: Billy Bragg. Le Drapeau Rouge.
Traduction: Gomme Rouge. Beaumont Rag.
Traduction: Tim McGraw. Top chiffon rouge.
Traduction: She Wants Revenge. Drapeaux rouges et de longues nuits.
: United's flag is deepest red, It shrouded all our Munich dead, Before their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold.
Its kinda like murder It's kinda like a murder Only how much does it hurt I don't understand this pain Something's wrong but I cannot ? I don't wanna
Mired craft is now in sight With hunted ones The treasure that it yields Will be ours by the first streaks of dawn The Flag in which we fly It shows
E quel treno correva, trascinandolo via e qualcuno cantava, fuori nella corsia. Si inseguivano pali, contadini e citta; lui sfogliava i giornali e se
