Dying on my feet Sure beats living on my knees These hands around my neck They get tighter as you squeeze I'd crawl across the water, baby Just to get
The summer storm brings the breaking news from the west horizon their words are cold, THEIR EMPTY PROMISES WON'T HEAL OR FEED US NOW WE'RE LOSING HOPE
Two of them watched in the dawn's early light And two of them died in the morning Search not your soul if you want to be right But two of them died in
Down in the Carnal Abbyss... Dying in this putrid place Pale dissected bodies rot... Minced, disemboweled and partially defleshed Dying on a mass of
I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you would take it And tell everyone
Everyday we step unconsciously closer to our demise, The State, The Church, The fucking TV, fills our head with lies. Telling us that we are free, is
Je t'aime Je t'aime a en mourir Je t'aime et je te vois partir Sans savoir ou tu vas Ni si tu reviendras Et les mots que je dis Tu les perds dans la nuit
Перевод: Урожай Барклай Джеймс. Song For Dying.
Перевод: Красивые ошибка. Холодные руки (для умирающих Hearts).
Перевод: Джеймс Harvest Barclay. Song For Dying.
Перевод: Каменное орудие эпохи неолита. Пробуждение (Prayer For Dying).
Перевод: Крови в моем списке Heartbreaks. D Is For умирает и самоубийство для трусов.
Перевод: Тото. Умирающий On My Feet.