dici quello che pensi e sotto controllo, analizzato con chi vai in giro quello che compri e stato attentamente catalogato non sono un numero io non sono il
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Traduction: Houston, Cisco. Le Prisonnier.
che dici quello che pensi e sotto controllo, analizzato con chi vai in giro quello che compri e stato attentamente catalogato non sono un numero io non sono il
Forsi ho tegnuu in ustagg per tropp teemp la lena Fermu ne la buteglia del tempuraal Tramuntana in?de veet Portum via de ?sto siit Ogni umbriia
glielo daranno il sole.. tutto in una volta.. sulla schiena, peggio dei colpi di bastonatura; sopra l?isola nuda a spaccar pietre. Ante..il prigioniero Ante ha conservato il
: Forsi ho tegnuu in ustagg per tropp teemp la lena Fermu ne la buteglia del tempuraal Tramuntana in?de veet Portum via de ?sto siit Ogni umbriia
de la Tour S'est tue ce matin, Grand-mere. Nous n'irons pas a la messe demain. Il s'est jete de la Tour En me tendant les mains, Grand-mere. Il m'a semble
Here I am, after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter
[Smith/Harris] On the run kill to eat You're starving now you're dead on your feet Going all the way nature's beast Do what I want as I please Run fight
On the run kill to eat You're starving now you're dead on your feet Going all the way nature's beast Do what I want as I please Run fight to breathe
Il nous faut partir Sans t'avoir revu Sans avoir pu te dire : «Ami, salut !» Nous n'y croyons pas Pour toi, cependant Derriere tes barreaux, la-bas Le
Meme si le coeur s'ankylose Et nos elans, peu a peu, se metamorphosent Meme si les liens se delient Pourquoi toujours, les souvenirs, nous crucifient
Here behind the wall I feel so small Breathing but not perceiving Here anger is me Love sets me free Feeling and not believing Here in my mind Biding
A misfit who is old before his time Poverty has turned him to crime Boredom gives him too much time to think He pours another drink. A burning, bitter
Here, behind the wall I feel so small Breathing but not perceiving Here, anger is me, love sets me free Feeling and not believing Here, behind the wall
Here I am after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my
She used to give me roses I wish she could again But that was on the outside And things were different then We built our world together With a love so
