when I reach the sky I come tumbling down again And I ....no I won't hide I won't crawl to walk, to stand and fall again So simple all the while Way
Traduction: Des sols. Stand To Fall.
cause when I reach the sky I come tumbling down again And I ....no I won't hide I won't crawl to walk, to stand and fall again So simple all the while
floors, more applause. You've been here all the time, like it or not, like what you got, You're under the soil, yes deep in the soil. So we'll end with
Do you remember all of those pledges That we pledged in the passionate night Ah they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges Like moths on a still
the plain. The wagon train rolled through the dusty canyon The settlers full of wonder as they crossed A gentle creek where two old oaks were standing
And here is the pile of stones! and for each one planted, God only knows, a blood-rose grown... These are the true Demon-Flowers! These are the true Demon-Flowers! Stand
'd better learn to say our goodbyes All the earth breaks Like a stale bread And the seeds are folded in the soil Oh the sun pours Then the rains fall
tried and I have won, and I have done so many things, We'll sit and smile and stand for a while, And I have done so many things. The soil breaks your fall
Willing to do what it takes for us to make it And we can overcome anything we faced with (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall After
israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed decent freedom loving people Everywhere stand
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn] Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey. Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against Tyrant Guns, Blow Them
planted God only knows, a blood rose grown and listen These are the true demon flowers These are the true demon flowers Stand back everyone, blood black everyone Blood black, stand
and worlds are metaphors of me My life was authored by the moon Footprints written in soil The fountain pen of martian men Novelling human toil And yes, the soil
former selves we fall to friend and foe alike we stand abandoned by our gods backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide the soils of hell shall
Your infected blood will boil 'Cuz you walked on rotten soil Welcome to the real world It's hard to take a stand but It's harder to take a fall Open
