Che funeraleee in new orleans e morto il vecchio Sam dopo trenta anni di whisky e di jazz e morto Sam e la nella carrozza in mezzo ai fiori c?e anche
Se viene la sera compagno non avrai, da solo farai la tua strada... E allora la prima sara la faina, verra per portarti paura. Se non la fuggirai, sorella
[Music by Arkdae and Hylgaryss, Lyrics by Hylgaryss] Le froid envahit sa pauvre ame, Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui, La sculpture aux regards infames
You better go back the way you came Run away, if you stay Prepare to have your shit re-arranged The way I say You better get on the way from here You
Hoy es un dia que jamas podre olvidar, la gente se arrodilla y mira: hoy es mi funeral. Yo no quiero que me traigan ramos lo que quiero es que no me coman
(feat. Dr Zavich) [Intro:] Niggas can't fuck with me men Niggas crazy dawwg I run this underground rap shit And the mainstream nigga I'ma do like boo
Jadis, les parents des morts vous mettaient dans le bain De bonne grace ils en f'saient profiter les copains " Y a un mort a la maison, si le c?ur vous
You missed the winter and it followed you back home Where sun kissed the crimson footsteps in the melting snow We are doing our best to disown the golden
I am a crooked man And I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow Doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me They shamed a child
Un popolo intero trattiene il respiro e fissa la bara, sotto al palco e alla fotografia. La citta sembra un mare di rosse bandiere e di fiori e di lacrime
Bring all the family Take all the family Let all the family See all the family Bring all the family out to the holiday While we're all still around Show
Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Cry above a nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and
The night before the funeral, I got some I sneaked a young girl up the stairs and past my mum I took her clothes off and I played with her bits And she
I am a crooked man and I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me, they shamed a child
