Traduction: Morisod, Alain. Les Fiancés Du Lac De Côme.
Traduction: Morisod, Alain. Maria Dolorès.
Traduction: Morisod, Alain. Un Piano Pleure à Varsovie.
Qu?il est long le temps present Quand plus rien n?ai comme avant Tout me fait si mal sans ton amour Mais je garde au fond de moi Tant de souvenir de
Have to try just to inhale have to try just to inhale i think i may just pass out it's so breathtaking so hurry and kiss me my blood stream is crystalline
Die Nacht offnet ihren Scho? Das Kind hei?t Einsamkeit Es ist kalt und regungslos Ich weine leise in die Zeit Ich wei? nicht wie du hei?t Doch ich wei
Let me lie down Please don't wake me Nothing's sacred And no one saved me In my black eye I can feel it Moving closer Can't you hear it The only
I'm as blue, I'm as blue as the ocean is true Just reflections of the sky I'm as cold, I'm as cold as stories are told But never sick enough to die
Everyday I take your crap Every city on the map You're gonna do what You're gonna do so Now you die! I'm sick of all your fucking shit Your gonna tell
i used to rely on you, but then i saw you, staring up from under sheets that lie on top of hospital beds, but where is your pulse? you want to pull
(Agnetha FA¤ltskog / Bosse Carlgren) You're not the good kind, the soft and sweet kind I don't think mom would like your smile. The way my ears ring,
Me puedo ver con claridad tumbada en un gran salón, rodeada de gente que llora y habla bien de mí... Tan elegante sin pintar, serena y relajada
Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold They'll close the parks and when they read your will The moon
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this
There is nowhere left to go, tomorrow never gets here to this abandoned ground, where I can sleep within Now the air is dark, now the coldness breathes
have to try just to inhale have to try just to inhale i think i may just pass out it's so breathtaking so hurry and kiss me my blood stream is crystalline
make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure -- The lovely Mary Morison
Let me lie down Please don't wake me Nothing's sacred And no one save me In my black eye I can feel it moving closer Can't you hear it? Only gift you
