Chissa cosa vedi lontano sullo scoglio seduto in cortile le ginocchia sbucciate per sempre E che festa il sorriso mai visto che illumina il mondo La testa storta
I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here You're lying there half
Verse 1 I?m supporting the grime That?s why I write from morning till night If I spat my new bars at a set I would get a reload mostly all of the time
Arrival of an achromatic mechanism Hidden agenda, pious fraud of ages Control, alteration, manipulation, antagonism Human abilities perish in the acid
You failed the first great test And time waits for no man Would you try to digest? Make your stand Forgone, forget the lecture So long, when did you
Living like a stone in a river, All alone, peaceful at the bottom, While the rest fight not to drown, Sitting while the current of the stream passes me
have listened to you, I heard you request, I've come to tell you that it's only a test; Just hold on though your storm be strong, Just hold on, this test
You failed the first great test And time waists for no man Would try to digest Make your stand Forgone forget the lecture so long when did you make
Traduction: Pot à fleurs. Bedtime Stories.
Traduction: Pot à fleurs. L'Histoire sans fin.
Traduction: Hundred Reasons. Le grand test.
Traduction: L'émeute Avant. Un vaste Phantom White Headless.
Traduction: TD Jakes. Ce test est votre Tempête.
: Of all the foolish things to do I became a connoisseur of great excuse And my pessimistic 'pass the blame' Will never make this go away Of all the
: J'ai connu des jours magnifiques. L'amour etait mon serviteur. La vie chantait comme un' musique Et elle m'offrait des tas d'bonheurs Mais j'en achetais
: Dans le grand studio De cinema, Sur le plateau, Tout le monde est la, Les deux vedettes et les acteurs, Metteur en scene et producteur, Decorateurs
: Histoire de pas savoir pour qui, Histoire de pas savoir pourquoi j' vivais ma vie, Je me suis raconte, raconte, raconte, Je me suis raconte, raconte
: Quand un homme vient vers moi, Je vais toujours vers lui. Je vais vers je-ne-sais-quoi. Je marche dans la nuit. Je cherche a t'oublier Et c'est plus
