Когда я умер, на моих глазах появились слёзы, Но это был, всего лишь, дождь перед смерчем, На кладбище жизни нет места, как счастья у прозы, Рождённым
Words Paul Zarzyski/ Music W. Gustafson (Bucking Horse Moon Music /Two Medicine Music, BMI) Saddle broncs and sagebrush A buckskin called Gold Rush
You and I counting, desert stars and Lovers, one by one While mandolins and steel guitars Help our love along Who could show you, ever know you Fall
King am I Mistress of the eve - Huntress... Chaste and divine - Oh, Artemis... awaken Mistress of the eve - Huntress... For your caress, and your embrace Will you, Artemis
(Rollin?) If you utter a sound Don't make a move We'll kill you Then they gathered around me One man took my right arm And another man took my left When
Перевод: Anti-Flag. Тар и полыни.
Перевод: Диаманда Галас. Артемида.
Перевод: Вскоре. Полынь Серенада.
devour me Artemis, please be kind to me My own wolves will devour me Artemis, teach me to feel Artemis, teach me to hate I beg of you, sweet Artemis
my art, Love let me go I don't need anyone I don't love anyone Artemis, please be kind to me My own wolves savage' devour me Artemis, please be
of letting go I don't need anyone I don't love anyone Artemis, please be kind to me My own wolves will soon devour me Artemis, please be kind to
So now you tell me That you'll never be the same It seems to be there no more games to play The sun refuses to shine And it's driving me insane And all
I'm running over the seventh hangar Lookin' out for you This place is driving me mad I hope your promises we're true Oh no! Confusion's in my mind You
Lights on the ground, shining high Make me feel uptight Driving so fast, damned so fast Adrenaline's in my head Thinking about you, I feel confused
Tonight i woke up from myself Searching for something that I am I watch the people all around me Tonight I woke up from myself Voices are whispering
You tell me I gotta run for you You tell me I gotta live for you What the hell do you mean I'm angry again Get ready for pain Don't be clever You will
Marching hours to another new field Bombs meet bodies on this crazy wheel Breaking bullets, loaded guns You repent of your sins with a medal of honour
