Every sick fickle fucker Childhood's what makes ya Till they treat you like tundra Weigh those opinions, more like air than lead Every planned occupation
Two people of youth were flying Two people with futures were competing Over the great white tundra They got carried away Blinded by speedrush Captured
Don't hide the treasures you've found In a hole in the ground How 'bout the tree back your house Where the owls go (Owls go) Or in between the attic and
On the tundra We went under We're going under now On the tundra We went to vicious places Of dark and punished faces Couldn't shake it Or outgrow it ??
Short Arctic desert day And someone left their snow shoes in the Tundra, ohh (Tundra) Look around every which way But I can't see just where the footprints
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme Lose themselves in other times And waiting hopes cast silent spells That speak in clouded clues It cannot be a part
Products of lust through incidental reproduction A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction Four or five years will get the job
Down below the feet were marching on There was glory calling, flowers were thrown Although the sun was shining The cold blue light of morning Can't melt
This ground is too hard to break, it ruined a pick and spade, frozen and = solid as rock, my hands numb with the shock! I am prepared for the dirty =
Oh my God! Ice floe, no where to go, ice floe, no where to go, lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra! Check him out! They call him the shrew
The endlessness Stretching on beyond The human imagination Desolation of the soul Oh my God! Ice floe Nowhere to go Ice floe Nowhere to go
All I ever get is sad love while watching all my friends find their happy love I don't understand why I should be without love All I ever get is sad
Manchmal, wenn die Sterne gunstig uber der Tundra stehen, konnt ihr horen, wie der Wind alte Lieder uber ihre kargen Graser treibt, konnt ihr horen, wie
Every sick, fickle fucker Childhood's what makes ya Till they treat ya like tundra Weigh those opinions More like air than lead Every planned occupation
Short Arctic desert day and someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra. Look around every which way but I can't see just where the footprints go.
Перевод: Архитектура в Хельсинки. Совы Go (Max Tundra Remix).
Перевод: Centro-Matic. Тундра (Часть седьмая).
Перевод: Guided By Voices. В тундре.
