Well it is her blond hair, white skin eyes and pearls standing tall now she is hurt Shiny cars blond hair, white skin must be her She's on walls she's
Went down your street on a cool summer night could not believe my ears were they right Sounds heading. Nowhere bound I couldn't make my feet turn around
In the streets I look around to see the pretty faces of the town Everywhere I'm so amazed, baby never seen such grace now baby I want something and I
As we lie on this bed of roses We can see it rise in the distance A tall and beautiful tower Vladimir Tatlin meant to be the 7th wonder The 7th wonder
Night crawls along like some lullaby Crimson darkness wash your tired eyes Into the secret house you're thrown Can you tell or are you on your own Daughter
She said: "Life isn't so fine after all, let it come if it has to come" What she meant was she couldn't find words she was sick and tired of the tears
She is a girl of 1000 tears she cries and cries all night long Her tears flow down the street and the stairs they flow and they flow One day they'll reach
It's still in the night of some early spring delight I went wild in the woods had to leave as soon as I could Here comes the midnight train to summer
When I was a young child my daddy gave to me the name of Siggimund Blue He wanted me to grow up so that everything written would in time come true And
There is a liquid sky all over the world Tonight it comes for your body It comes to set your soul alight The cards have been dealt From our hands they
what i did on my vacation for the last ten years took pictures of your town plaid perfume on my breath i mean i've been drinking scotch while touring
Au fond du H.L.M. De la cite Staline Se cache une fillette Qui s'ennuie a mourir Tous ses copains se droguent Alors elle fait pareil Et sans savoir pourquoi
Can you see the young and pretty Confident as cops Blooming, laughing in the shops Till the sun turns black Can you see the old and lonely Walking through
y s'prennent tous pour des heros, demande a Klessmo Comme si la vie valait le prix d'un bon repas au resto En parlant de manger en sortant j'croise un clochard au sol
Je flotte dans l'air Pas meme un fil qui m'retient au sol et je vole y'a rien a faire Chaque nuit le meme scenario j'decolle sans boussole et drole de
un cargo, Je me sens libre comme un pays qui sort d?un embargo, Les larmes ruisselent le long de mes paupieres, Pour aller s?ecraser sur le sol poussiereux
cheres soeurs c'est le retour du roi du hardcore sur un son du ter-ter gros symphonie des fauves en sol majeur amin dada dans l'attitude au coeur de
