Словно немая песня, словно слепая птица знает, Где вовсю зарница. Будет в окошко биться, в хату, где счастье умирает, По стеклу стекают Кровью былые
Горы высокие, реки глубокие, Всюду покой, тишина. Выйдешь ли на поле росы наплакали, Всюду родная страна Припев: Бей колокол, бей колокол, Бей колокол
I have walked all alone On these streets, I call home Streets of hope, streets of fear Through the sidewalk cracks Time dissapears I was lost, on my knees
Ladies remember long ago (long ago), We asked santa to get us Christmas dolls (toget us christmas dolls), But this year the dolls are you and me (the
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells All seem to say throw cares away Christmas is here, bringing good cheer To young and old, meek and the bold Ding
Situation's all critical You've got to look first before you go If you wasn't too sure then now you know The situation is all critical Wait OK you
[VERSE 1] Yesterday, I rolled through the hood And I seen somethin' And it hurt me Yesterday, I rolled throught the hood And I seen somethin' And it hurt
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right
(Frollo/Gringoire/Quasimodo) Les cloches ne sonnent plus La cathedrale s'est tue Quasimodo est malheureux Quasimodo est amoureux Il fait la greve des
I will stop I will stop at nothing Say the right things When electioneering I trust I can rely on your vote When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere
vedo te Sento le campane Mi scappa la pipм Da da dall’emozione И sempre il solito riff, sм Perт mi sento bene Quando vedo te Sento le campane
Почему, если девочка немножко стерва, То тогда ее любят за двоих. От чего, если не играешь ты на нервах, То тогда поиграют на твоих. Самая самая лучшая
Где цаpица Hочь pассыпает звезды. Звезды вьют гнездо, а мы идем по гнездам. Мы идем, мы идем, мы идем себе идем. Мы идем, мы идем, мы идем за кайфом.
There's a campaign of hate It's waiting at the school gates Not for what I am aware Must be what you wrote What you write, mmm You swore that you'd swear
There are four black horses With eyes of flamin' red Their rovers are tied with ribbin' All around my baby's head The bells are ringin' And their sail
Down in a local bar Out on the Boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It's a long way down, It's a long way Back like you
As God is God, as light is light Whose law is wrong? Whose might is right? Here we are on the edge The edge of change I believe in peace, my only wish
I will stop, I will stop at nothing Say the right things when electioneering I trust I can rely on your vote When I go forwards you go backwards And
