One of these days and it won't be loong You gonna look for me and I'll be gone Now you know I believe (I believe, yes, I believe) I say I believe right
I've got ten thousand troubles, a million woes Got grief in my soul nobody knows I've got heartaches, I got stingin' water fallin' out of the sky I've
It's just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I'm on a roll But it's just the gypsy in my soul Layin' out in the midday
Au clair de mon ame Au c?ur de mon c?ur Je cherche la flamme De notre bonheur je sais que nos amours sont mortes Mais je ne veux pas Que le temps deporte
Well I got the joy of the Lord down in my (soul) And it's just like fire in my (bones) I (feel it in my hands I feel it in my feet) I feel it move (movin
Mis dedos frios y mi pelo?. Que me golpean tus recuerdos Y me persigues en la sombra, tu. De donde sales, tu De donde sales y me atacas De donde puede
[0.00-0.49 min.] Ferrarius Verbero Aestus Ferratilis* For the love of art and the making This is for the love of art and the making [*Translation: black
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[26.00-27.03 min.] Ferrarius Verbero Aestus Ferratilis For the love of art and the making This is for love of art and the making
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[36.31-37.52 min.] When struck I rise I'm finally free Mark the bitter tear descending No more heavy burden And this is my eternal music
[35.58-36.31 min.] For truth and For Justice My pain is yours forever For the love of art and the making This is for love of art and the making
Ooh Ooh yeah yeah Alright now Yeah One of these days And it won't be long You're gonna look for me But I'll be gone I believe, yeah Say I believe yeah
This past infliction? this past infliction. Walking down where we used to share and every time I pass your street I die remembering the pain I felt the
Auf dem gefleckten Spiegel seh ich Nur noch'n Satz von deiner Hand Im Schrank nur'n leerer Bugel ich Stecke das verdammte Haus in Brand Am Hafen kichern
Momma told me my daddy was a ramblin' man I was born in the backseat of a Volkswagon van A different town every other month I couldn't even tell you where
A sharp kick in the head, was all she said. Stop talking sideways, was all she said. A smart move into fortune, was all she said. A smart move into fortune
It?s just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I?m on a roll But it?s just the gypsy in my soul Layin? out in the