Break through the walls, run not to be eaten Dont be too late, have a chance to repeat it More and more Every day Run away And pray And run Run! But
Martirio tormento d'amore Il delirio fa parte del cuore Un pianto bagna la bocca e tanta la voglia di ritrovarti Dove sei, la fantasia La nostalgia,
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried
sound mockery regaining speed, transfixed on absolution. attempting to overthrow through blind manipulation. a picture perfect memory so real. surveillance
I felt you slip away, far away from me Further from me You seem to drift I caught myself wishing you back As I fight to catch you Anger, wells inside
Piles of burnt corpses, we're turning the screws--Turn 'em into bone meal for our troops to use! Turn on the ovens, get in the shower, get out the wheelbarrows
Through the mirror of the soul I'm staring deep within To see what dwell behind the wall The beauty of pale skin The aura that surrounds me Is not of
Io sicuro che ce la faro??lo so cambiero??ne usciro? c?e? una luce o un animale in me? non so piangero??paghero? no no no?. Per paura o per necessita??
Martirio tormento d'amore Il delirio fa parte del cuore Un pianto bagna la bocca E tanta la voglia di ritrovarti Dove sei, la fantasia La nostalgia,
Lagrimas Tormentos Quantas desilusoes Foram tantos sofrimentos e decepcoes Mas um dia o destino a tudo modificou Minhas lagrimas secaram Meus tormentos
Piles of burnt corpses we're turning screws Turn 'em into bone meal for our troops to use! Turn on the ovens, get in the shower Get out the wheelbarrows
Underneath the ice of winter There is a stream so powerful A dark river that will swallow your soul As it twist into form You dwell in a cold dark void
I felt you slip away, far away from me, further from me. You seem to drift. I caught myself wishing you back. As I fight to catch you. Anger, wells inside
As I go for honeyed bread I wear a net upon my head To keep the bees outside instead of landing on my face Their nest is for the bread to bake A round
Перевод: Кокберн, Брюс. Муки любви.
Перевод: Color Me Бадда. Кукурузной муки Клецки.
Перевод: Глубокая Дух. Мучения и боли.
