Traduction: Âme dans la tristesse. Stone Cold.
to stay, gonna take your kids away I'm the course of your weakened health, no use calling help Stone cold - stone cold soul, eruption - I want more, emotion - stone cold soul
sent, kiss and tell Hallowed soul gone to hell. What it takes I'll make you mine, Then you'll be broken for some time. Sacred throne hard as stone [
a murda case. When I'm rollin' in my ride it be a look on my face so cold, Starin at yo ass so hard I can see straight through to yo soul. Ain't no tellin
Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap just trippin' and laughin' at the crap <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
life away Such a nice day! Let it go Cold these eyes, I...can't believe it Cold, this heart is slow Heart is stone Call me Such a cold heart Such a cold
Soaked to the bone And sink like a stone Walk home alone It's not the first time it's not the worst crime Your soul will be ok When you've had enough
no laughter without tears No wisdom without years (Oh, oh, oh) In a world gone crazy Torn between the roads That we must choose Win or lose If every soul
trace A road of my own Cut by the deep cold What to do with this love that I'm in? I have given you all of my soul Flying all my life like a rose in
children cold out in the night and calling for you all alone... Dark in their hearts, I can feel it burn inside of me Tormented young with no souls
The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls
In like the rose that grows in your soul, out of time now you're out for more In like the stone that forms in your heart, out of reach but you can't give
across the divide 'Round about midnight, we'll be on the same side Down in the valley the water runs cold Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul
and their mama wanna claim it But they can't get the hang of it Yeah [Chorus] [Flesh] Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold I chalk
Bizzy Bone] Comin' through the door with my militia Why did he bring big niggas Fuck y'all With of gang of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas,
small Then down shall go butler, bowl and all. Be here any maids? I suppose here be some; Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
Adjacently we stand keeping out the cold Emotions flowing through us, are we being to bold To say we're in control Time is moving on soon well be gone
wind with its blow And your scream with its soul I don't play rock n roll And the people with their lungs And the people with their paws If the sky were a stone