Перевод: Carca. Black Clouds.
In the middle of a gun fight... In the center of a restaurant... They say, "Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me, Like
Улыбнется сквозь решетку солцне мне,заиграет и запрыгает капель,Лист родится,ртуть потянется на плюс,От весны здесь забалдеет все вокруг. Друг пернатый
В тюрьме Таганской нас стало мало - Вести по-бабски нам не пристало. Дежурный по предбаннику Все бьет - хоть землю с мелом ешь,- И я сказал охраннику
[Kool Keith] The date - summer, August 25th You was transferred from Riker's Island to Attica State Prison Gina, Thompson I told you you shouldn
this is Joliet Correctional Facility you have a collect call from inmate yeah this is Tucker to accept this call please press 3 now thank you hello [
Written by Johnny Cash I walked through the big yard, to feel the warm sunshine A ninety-nine year man, stepped over to me He offered a smoke, and said
One day, the strain I've never felt like this before Our lives, capsize I've never been before my God Why must you kneel for me? I write for sight One
La prision termina, la prision malvada, pero continua la prision del alma, del alma. La prision se deja, la prision del hombre, pero continua
mommy and daddy had a lock and key. so she went over the wall and she was finally free. she wants to know "why did the tv tell those lies? it lied
Sometimes I wonder, torn between my heart Torn between my heart and my mind And I feel my body to see if I'm in If I'm in tune with what I find But I
Wochter der Zeit, im Blut eurer Wunden erbluht meine Seele. Todessehnsucht, die einst das Bild der Sterne schrieb, nohrte sich von Eurer Kraft, um Euch
Go starless in the night Once carcass is cold no rest in hearts And no predictive eyes strong to see What lies beyond Nepenthe So teach me what is death
It was Christmas in prison And the food was real good We had turkey and pistols Carved out of wood And I dream of her always Even when I don't dream Her
Yo, yo check it, when we go in to see the nigga, B Just say it, B, that's all you gotta do wit' this nigga Oh man, that's, that's more your man than mine
Minutes seem like days Since the fire ruled the sky The rich became the beggar And the fool became the wise Memories linger in my brain Burning from
Letter From Prison written by Geoff Bartley ::: Verse 1 ::: Last night I had the dream again and I held you in my arms I'd not yet been sent to this
Oh how I hate the leader's voice A prisoner like me Quick looks through the window show me Gas towers in the dawn They seem to hang about the prison wall
