I'm snoring. Time to escape all our problems and threats. Missing our families and dodging our debts. Substance abuse, pass it over here. it's not the time
Les enfants ne savent pas ce qu'est le temps Je devais vous epouser quand je serais grand Je vous aimais, je vous aimais douce dame A vous regarder des
come And appetites are bittersweet I think I'm coming home A chance to give up Avarice has marked my one regret The child of burning time has gone, he
who you wanted to be And I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled I thought that I'd free but I'm just one more prisoner of time Alone within
your hopes alive So where do I begin To help you believe again Makers of secret planes Keepers of our last remains Dream of a holy state In a nightmare time
the tree with candy canes Listen to the church bell chime Say a little prayer at nights Be a child at Christmas time Be a child at Christmas time Listen
absolution, we succumb And appetites are bittersweet I think I'm going numb A chance to give up Avarice has marked my one regret The child of burning time
I wonder who you are And if you feel alright Oh can you hear me talking My unborn little child For your mother and me Life won't be the same I try to
. The overture was written, like the calm before a storm. with hummingbird precision, we must follow every chord... Timelapse reveals a slight of hand, it unties the rules of time
... After the western horzion's blood turns black, and all through the dusky hours, I, in my solitude, roam the far flung realms of time. In ancient halls
Traduction: Adam. Les Enfants Et Le Temps.
Traduction: Christian Castro. Le laps de temps de notre amour.
Traduction: Victor Heredia. Enfant Temps.
Traduction: Enfants de personne. Good Times.
Traduction: Sirius. Les Sphères Collapsing Of Time.
Traduction: Sleeping At Last. Timelapse.
