Перевод: Биафра. Мечта Икара.
Перевод: Dance Of Days. Икар в огонь.
: Quiere tener alas en los pies, quiere saltar y subir al cielo azul, quiere vivir encima de ti y volar. Quiere tener alas para ver tu cuerpo que se
Quiere tener alas en los pies, quiere saltar y subir al cielo azul, quiere vivir encima de ti y volar. Quiere tener alas para ver tu cuerpo que se quema
Под твоим языком молоко и мёд, В глазах тёмно-синий арктический лёд, В пальцах сминаешь души моей прах, Играя рождаешь сомненья и страх. Больше так не
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Now i can see what you're doing to me And i'm begging me to stop this Now i can't see what you're doing to me What are you doing to me? Daylight savings
Taking her back to your room, you start to wrestle, never pushing it over the line. Snake in the grass feels every tender muscle. Assures you she's doing
Stealing never felt so good Spoiled teens wish us well, as they should Feeling lower than low babe, every day Getting higher than high, starting to fade
To many days spent here I've two more befor i start to decay Neck is swelling Time is draining Today i've made up my mind Tired of the up hill climb?
This ain't Passover or nothing but I can feel that my time is here. My failings are adding up again, my fever's burning up again. It pulls you under ground
Oh my god, you are so gone. Your breath smells like Nyquil. Where the hell were you all fucking night. When this jealousy gets the best of me, babe you
Liars and little boys playing big games. All this shit is pointless in the scheme of things. To remain unscathed I will play the game. So circle like
I'm losing, losing touch with my mind I'm falling, falling way behind I'm walking, down a one way street I'm trying, trying to find my feet I need it
Let's sing the songs of every section now. Dance let's dance then dance of a bank robber laugh. Now stand the torch called in at six o'clock to me. (?!)
Clutch to anything that might hold me down, when there's no final push and shove we'll all see you underground. This is all we work for? Because this
Feel like something?s always been wrong Love of life is hitting way too strong May be we were born too late May be not born at all Let's try and cure
Trying to get clean just kept him out You know you lose your head when you fuck with that stuff Time, time, time, time, time he got the most Time, time
