Paroles:
The Clash In The Pouring Rain

vane The old calypso died of shame I hear the sharpen of the pain Some lucky stranger in the rain Hear the sharpen of the pain Lucky stranger pouring rain Pouring rain

Traduction: The Clash. Pluie battante.

(feat. Mr. Short Khop) Supreme gangsta shit We dream gangsta shit [rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling] Yes [knock on dorr] Yeah what

Make certain that no stone stands That no creature crawls I command you to let loose the last of the titans It's time to strike Let the rain pour down

that came forth packing a chainsaw I never knocked I took an axe to the stage door I'm like the ever lit match when the rain pours A legend to my friends

and shields Carrion to ravens, erected corpses on iron stakes Marching over gore and reaped flesh Blood's pouring and spilling like rain Above the mist

still search through the crates of songs that just breaks At times we play legendary battles on tapes Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords In a G that was stored, be rain that just poured

stands That no creature crawls I command you to let lose the last of the Titans" "It's time to strike!" [B-Real] Let the rain pour down

great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there in the pouring rain