Начало (HiRoSima): Твой голос наполняет мое сердце жизнью, жаным. Я знаю, ты знаешь, наша любовь неземная. Ты тепло и свет как огонь. Я холодный как лёд
You've got Hiroshima, going of inside You cheat and lie just to survive Shake the money tree, heed the warning sign Were lovers lie, not paracites What
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Start of the show Hiroshima And the people were shouting my name As the house lights came
Show her now that we do care with a love that we all share send her a thousand cranes send her your thousand cranes Show her now that we do care with
Unconscious in Versailles Press play begin I see my life flash by Oh, neon wind Hiroshima mon amour I wake up in Chiang-Mai Think I must jack in I hear
Ils allaient sans crainte dans le matin chaud Vaquant sans soupcon aux labeurs quotidiens L'air brulant stagnait et sous le soleil La temperature montait
(We Must Have Information) You...you are my Hiroshima You...you are my Hiroshima
My name is Hiro, I am 51 Since 1980, life has been no fun And I don't want to die I left my family for the secretary Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Her name is
My name is hiro, I am 51 Since 1980 life has been no fun, And I don't want to die- I left my family for the secretary Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah Her
You've got Hiroshima, going cough inside You cheat and lie, just to survive Shake the money tree, heed the warning signs Where lovers lie, not parricides
(Gary Moore) They still remember the day when Little Boy dropped from his womb. They still remember how their homes became their children's tombs. Their
Wait a minute, wait a minute there he is. His ass is a dead motherfucker When I get my hands on him! Dogg, your gonna get fuckin' busted! she'll break
The baby blinks her eyes as the sun falls from the sky She feels the stings of a thousand fires as the city around her dies Some sleep beneath the rubble
there's a shadow of a man at hiroshima where he passed the moon in a wonderland at hiroshima beneath the august moon and the world remembers his face
Under the rising sun, dirty, yellow children play And in the red pagoda, mamasan is praying Blood wasted saving face, ancestors are looking on As they
Ten thousand children played in the playground Swingin' on swings, didn't hear the sound Of the single plane that flew overhead The third shift workers
(Part 1): Park vorm Club, Ahornblatt An der Kette aus 100 Karat Gold, was Hardcore Sluts auf der Ruckbank Ich komm' und zuck Guns und du gehst nur noch
Par la colombe et l'olivier, Par la detresse du prisonnier, Par l'enfant qui n'y est pour rien, Peut-etre viendra-t-elle demain. Avec les mots de tous
