Я смотрю как ходит по забору кошка Я играю на губной гармошке Я доволен е-е-е Я опять на воле Ты бросила на кухне немытую посуду Ты крикнула в дверях: “
Овладел трюками рифмотрепа, хип-хоп нехило прет меня Перевоплощаюсь в легкую и вот, Вместо 228 здесь уже 339 ,ёу Я не урод который против природы Ведь
AYREON RETIRES IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS SURROUNDING CAMELOT, ENJOYS THE WONDERS OF NATURE AND REFLECTS ON HIS FATE. HE NOW FULLY UNDERSTANDS, AND RELUCTANTLY
It's wet in the middle With a shell around it It's called "life" It goes wherever it wants to Don't try to predict it, Then you'd offend it, It's MEANT
Why does love always seem so very hard It's such a struggle to win the reward Because I'm playin' with the wrong cards But I think I got the winnin' hands
Мы – природа... Я разыскиваю хоть какие-то следы своего отца... Я вижу, что вода почти уже не течёт... Я всего лишь маленькая птичка... Плотина всё перекрыла, утки ищут заросли... Мы – природа
A painted scene view of a street A large city, no crime, no deceit An autumn day pastels and grace Buildings loom ominous, hold them at bay The image
SOME KIND OF NATURE SOME KIND OF SOUL SOME KIND OF MIXTURE SOME KIND OF GOAL SOME KIND OF MAJESTY SOME CHEMICAL LOAD SOME KIND OF METAL MADE UP FROM
In my dreams I see the light She brings to me, But I forget her in the morning And I don't need Her holy blessing to be free, And I can stand it
I remember that I kind of laughed at the sparks that spread the flames Over all the ugly memories these past three years have made Then I waited for the
Express yourself, don't repress yourself [repeat 4 times] [Chorus:] And I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry) It's human nature (it's human nature) And I'm
Вопреки законам природы - хорошие люди Таланты покидают рано нас, как ни странно Раны, затягивая медленно на время горечь потери, горечь и боль Чей привкус
Looking out Across the nightime The city winks a sleepless eye Hear her voice Shake my window Sweet seducing sighs Get me out Into the night time Four
Conforming on a monday Too often and too cold But you aren't even listening Because you are just Too old to feel an earthquake Or too cool to even care
Naked in midwinter magic Lies an angel in the snow The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves An encounter, symbolic, yet truthful With a hungry choir
The nature of reality Is pure subjective fantasy Space and time and here and now Are only in your mind Machine of god and devil too With no weapons just
There's a voice that speaks of time There's a growing void inside There are doors in life that I can't seem to find There's a fire in my dreams fading
Weather turning towards a storm Broken down road continue on coexistance Imitating paradise unlike any seen moist Has been dancing crazy overcast ash