dolcezza noi ci odiavamo. Piano piano era gia diventato un rapporto pazzesco e allora capii che era meglio un pastore tedesco. Oh, oh Lona! E buona la Lona
noi ci odiavamo. Piano piano era gia diventato un rapporto pazzesco e allora capii che era meglio un pastore tedesco. Oh, oh Lona! E buona la Lona,
Stories are painted In lines on your face Misunderstandings And little mistakes A chance to start over Is all that it takes You know if you do Your
I am here to tell you a story a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night and though i will do my best, there are
Slow heart dark weight down love black canvas, revolve within you understand fragile earthware cracks in the temperature keep it cool to give
Had do we cope With the days after a death? Empty days, nothing left Not even a funeral I see shapes falling inside Paintings Animals and humans, row
Here stands the canvas beauty at her door Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back
Black hat stranger as affluent as effluent Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent All things
CHORUS: From the womb to the tomb [Earth to dust] From the earth to the moon [The woman I trust] And from the sea to the sky [I see reflection] And
Slow hard, dog, wait, down love, black canvas Revolve within, you understand Fragile earth where cracks in the temperature Keep it cool to give, you understand
UA?merktA? pilnaties akiA? aA°aros sukA»rA« veidrodA? prietemos lopA°yje. Tas veidrodis, pilnaties sidabrinA«j A°viesoj, sudrumsA?ia, sujudina mane. Santykis
Anticipating the moment When this horrid torture will end My body becomes more and more deformed Lying there screaming So deformed So deformed More and
And I've spent too long in sinkin' sand Holdin' breath, only to defy death A narrow escape, only to be saved A narrow escape, only by your caress Was
Stories are painted in lines on your face Misunderstandings and little mistakes A chance to start over is all that it takes You know if you do your life
Through oblivion I have been travelling for hundreds of years Hidden from your sight Passing your fates. Born by the night dark Into the deeps of
You want a house and a child but you don't want a man. You'll live off the state as long as you can. Claim you're equal with your feminist wit. If you
When I was a youngster Playing house was all the rage And I always played the mommy And they all thought it was just a stage But as I grew older Still
Dark, shadowless figure A place where light never reaches Blood on this erection A labyrinth of slaughtered wombs Slaughtered wombs The figure will
