could something like this Have happened in a place like this? A new day is here But there's a trace of yesterday There's a trace of yesterday Red wine
a sense of waste, don't know how this can be... The silence that envelops me, whispers something, subtly Exhale and change the atmosphere They've left a trace
Traduction: Enchanter. Traces.
et qui sait dire je t'aime Une folle... Aujourd'hui petit frere je suis une magicienne Celle qui trace les lignes de bonheur dans les mains Je serai l'enchanteuse
Et qui demain prepare Pour nos guitares D'autres harmonies S'eleve l'esperance Dans le silence Soudain de la nuit Et les matins qui chantent Deja enchantent
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A
Fae Soufflent les vents, tonne l'orage Lorsqu'on l'appercoit on ne peut l'oublier mais Nul ne sait jamais la rattraper En suivant les traces des souliers
s funny what a little snow can do I must have walked for hours when I finally came to a mountainside at the end of the enchanted forest. The traces now
-he-he-he-he-he... ewah... 9.4... J'viens d'en bas et j'dois monter la pente, le bitume j'arpente. L'amertume je chante. Y'a que les tunes qui m'enchantent
this nightmare?s black hole gazing at freedom in white, fragile hands, she takes a first look at the first time she?ll dance His divine embrace will enchant
Bethor - My dreams thou infest, thy magick enchants my blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor - Demon
Block, & Mark Johnson) why are you coming so close? you might erase the line which no one crosses aren't you afraid you'll disappear without a trace
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the best of me Though it test me on a daily basis And traces
by the lyre of the muse With the enchantment of obscurity Like delicate snowflakes Melting upon flesh These fragile memories Are dissolved by consciousness (And yet traces
around us There´s no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
bound us are still around us There's no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
and take a contact with your inner fears You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become The enchantment
With your colored pencil Tracing the years of my hunger like a Plastic stencil I'm still enchanted You're still implanted in me I'm still enchanted
