Now can you hear the call in our rambling land? Susurrations that can expand Beyond all hope of light And plunge us into unrelenting night A pall, a
Come, fair lady to my bed, we go, And verily sweet pleasure?s we shall know, Yet, where thy belly meets thy limb, I beseech thee give a trim, For thy
Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time
[Roberto Conso] [Instrumental]
"You still can have a life...children..and most important, you'll know it's dead. Let me help you" "Come on come on come on... COME ON! Come on!" "
Hace ya mucho tiempo En un reino desigual La fuerza del acero reinó Fueron siglos de cruzadas De leyendas y temor De conquista y de traició
Loose cannons fire as they target shades of gray Bone is thicker than stone, nothing could ever break your skull Bone is thicker than stone, nothing could
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times There's less of me now and more of me then
Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy Their uniforms were black not brown
Lost in mirrored labyrinths I strive to find Anyway to escape And leave it all behind But the dense layer lingers on With promised blue skies beyond What
Era vn ortolano byen simpre e syn mal En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal Andando por su huerta, vido so vn peral Vna culebra chica, medio muerta
O! Mankinde Have in they minde My passion smert And thou shall finde Me full kinde Lo! Here my heart
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Maiden in the mor lay In the mor lay Sevenight fulle Sevenight fulle Maiden in the mor lay In the mor lay Sevenight fulle and a day Welle was
Love me broughte And love me wroughte Man, to be thy fere Love me fedde And love me ledde And love me lette here Love me slou And love me drou And love
Tacciono i boschi e i fiumi E 'l mar senza onda giace Ne le spelonche i venti han tregua e pace E ne la notte bruna Alto silenzio (fa la) bianca
Byrd one brere, brid, brid one brere Kynd is come of love, love to crave Blythful biryd, on me thu rewe Or grayth, lef, greith thu me my grave Hic
In Aprell and in May When hartes be all mery Besse Bunting, the millaris may Withe lippes so red as chery She cast in hir remembrance To passe hir