O salutaris Hostia Quae coeli pandis ostium Bella premunt hostilia Da roburm, fer auxilium Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria Qui vitam sine termino
O Sanctissima, O Piissima Dulcis Virgo Maria Mater amta intemerata Ora ora pro nobis Tota pulchraes, O Maria Et macula non est in te Mater anmata intemerata
Traduction: FLO. Hymne de la Réalité.
: O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish
: O Love that wilt not let me go I rest my weary soul to Thee I give Thee back the life I owe That in Thine ocean depths It's flow may richer, fuller
O Love that wilt not let me go I rest my weary soul to Thee I give Thee back the life I owe That in Thine ocean depths It's flow may richer, fuller be
O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With
si rose Tu ouvres le rideau et tu te decomposes Y a ton ex qui se gratte et pour cause C'est celle qui t'a refile une mycose C'est l'hymne de Fontaine
Let's Return, return to Arthur's home Anaou'ran eman war'n hent I know that he will come N'eo ket torret ken Eskalibor Our life's symbol is broken no
I was just a young white boy Rolling like a boulder When I saw this girl Lookin over her shoulder I told her Come with me Come away with me tonight Run
little piece of flesh So the head won't fall off, hauled-off Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked Why did he have to die like cast metal? O, huh, C now like
L.A. Sign Of The Cruz coming soon so stay ready It' wouldn't be L.A. without mexicans Black love, Brown Pride and the sets again O-Cruz in the hood like
It's a new day, but it all feels old It's a good life, that's what I'm told But everything, it all just feels the same And my high school, it felt more
She sang hymns out of tune And carried a yellow balloon She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon And talked to the people The people who are
[Chorus 1:] My Style is the craziest Hilltop That style is the craziest Suffa you know your rhymes amaze me just Get on the mic Let's show em' who'se
I used to know a little square So long ago, when I was small All summer long it had a fair Wonderful fair with swings and all I used to love my little