Paroles:
Vilya

Entends les alertes a la bombe les hommes recoivent des pierres en fond des murs dans le desert ils construisent leur colere les ptits quitte le college

through my window the moonlight is thrown. "Oh, Vilia my Vilia!" Oh yes, that's the tune, The song of the shepherd who cried for the moon Vilia, oh Vilia

I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna

Goccia di sangue incrostra i ginocchi spina di rosa nel dito la macchia scura sul vestito le dita sporche negli occhi l'orologio coi suoi rintocchi

Lost in your thoughts Driven by fear You can't suffer life And realize Death's near Your vision of life Was never real Aa it seems Wishes and hopes Only

Traduction: Dany Bédar. Fruit De Ma Récente Nuit Blanche.

Traduction: Penn, Michael. Figment.

Traduction: Talib Kweli. Espace de fruits (Interlude).

Traduction: Villy. O Alta Zi.