Je fais des reves americains Devant toi, devant moi Des reves americains Sur Hollywood, le boulevard Je fais des reves americains Los Angeles, des musiciens
Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of Hell But I won't back down Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
Prostitute, I hate you Put down the oreo crackers And quit doing the sex This is for you hey girl if it werent for you everyday after school i ghot
Slow pose and cross-eyed Visions owed to the railroad ties Humpbacks and sugar shacks Shotgun wed to the poison of our past A little longer, a little
Die Jugend marschiert mit frohem Gesang bei Sonnenschein und Regen; die Jugend marschiert mit sieghaftem Drang dem gro?en Ziel entgegen. Wir sturmen die
America, C'era una volta l'America, C'era una volta l'America e adesso non c'e piu. Non mi e piaciuta l'America quando bombardava il Vietnam o
Traduction: Amérique. Géré ne marchez pas.
Traduction: Propaghandi. America `s Army (Marches de la jeunesse).
: Well I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of hell But I won't back down Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned
: Yo pisare las calles nuevamente de lo que fue Santiago ensangrentada, y en una hermosa plaza liberada me detendre a llorar por los ausentes. Yo vendre
Hidden tombs and solitude hunger stikes or belly aches handcuffed pines and crossed picket lines sacrifice is a tear away Barren plans, buried two fingers
I've been watching too many suns rise spliced together by pattern and spite I say I love you too many times and you can't can't drunk anymore I slept
The days stretch out into endless fever dreams I could sleep all day and I will but there will be no reprieve From exhaustion Spent years thinking I
My lady left me, my boss gives me no break What I take home alone the landlord come and take Take away the pain, take away the tears And we've had a
threat waved to the comunist fall and from down here I read four letter words on the bathroom stalls and in the union halls the American Revolution is
It's not your fault that for years I've daydreamed In tragedy and eulogy But this is a declaration of friendship And a document of my fears All of my
There's no justice There ain't no peace until you're dead One step forward and two steps back Flowery poetry dowsed in hate And if there's a love I hope
