Боги прокляли спятивший Рим Город брошенных женщин и калек. Здесь глотают отравленный дым, Режут лезвием вены Здесь по праздникам ходят смотреть, Как
В дверь мою открытую вошла, Поздней гостьей села у стола. Я с тобою встречи не искал, Ты - моя тоска… Ты смотри, и взгляд не отводи, Все у нас с тобою
Oye las olas golpeando tus costillas vienen arrastrando putrefacion Ayer, la luna me dijo que hoy moririas en su acto de purificacion Oye un quejido
Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds
(Scott Joplin/Arr. Emerson) instrumental
(Emerson, Lake, Palmer, Sinfield) Bass - playing in my face - grabbin' the elastic Drums - listen here she comes - hammerin' the plastic Keys - I play
(Lake, Sinfield) Good night, good night.... Look at that moon shine so bright. And tonight he smiles Especially for you. Sleep tight, sleep tight
Who'll make his mark The captain cried To the devil drink a toast We'll glut the hold With cups of gold And we'll feed the sea with ghosts I see your
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I. The Stones Of Years Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then
Colonel Fraser (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson) The Big Parcel (R.S. MacDonald) Elzik's Farewell (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Coliseum, the coliseum Look out, burn, you ought to know this by now You with the empty crane over They're the gate keepers and the sentinels Their jokes
Hear the lions roar the coloseum serenades Their mighty growls make you think they didn't eat for a week Running for your life but once you've caught
Parcel o' Rogues ================ Fareweel to a' oor Scottish fame Fareweel oor ancient glory Fareweel even tae oor Scottish name Sae famed in martial
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Want you to rock me Rock me all night long Rock me, baby Rock me all night long Want you to rock me 'Til I sing my song See the sun goin' down Moon begin
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(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) The women all control their men With razors and with wrists And the princess squeezes grape juice On a torrid bloody kiss What
