спросишь, что значит для меня Saint P Послушай этот трэк и не еби мозги Saint P, где ночи белые как дни Saint P, где людей разводят как мосты Saint
nor a saint Not that I would loose my head and faint Every time we touch, no Am I forgiven Living and loving my way I am not a sinner nor a saint You
down and worship me at the altar of shame So you're the saint and I'm the sinner? You will never understand You're the saint and I'm the sinner No -
This was my call to your arms Sounding silent alarms Will you love me when you hear me lie? This last time I've seen a sea of change This fleeting love
executioner raised his as his axe, I swear the saint smiled. Welcome Verulamium, cathedral city, All eyes on the saint. Welcome Verulamium, cathedral city, All eyes on the saint
I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every song. I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet. Are you through with me? So..
everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint
go I’m no saint no sinner I’m true to myself I’m no saint no sinner now I don’t lie to you okay sometimes I lie but who is always straight
I touched the flame I knew it would never die Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home. Hell is full of high court judges, failed saints. We've got
Обутый в кеды Поглубже кепку Красные глаза будто надуло ветром Я прошу людей поднять руки кверху Потом вскрываем мозг как банку консервов Да, ты уже слышал
к мечте - Welcome to Saint-Tropez Можно иногда покинуть города в которых тесно тебе Мысли ни о чем день закончен и начнем И прикоснёмся к мечте - Welcome to Saint
re gonna curse His holy name Damn God, yeah, God, yeah Damn God, yeah, God, yeah Veronika, Saint Veronika You can't leave this world behind Oh Veronika, Saint
saint is a sinner too I hear the choir sing Calling me on back to you And I, I forget now Just what I'm supposed to do When a saint is a sinner too A saint
It's the little Saint Nick (Ooo, little Saint Nick) Yeah, the little Saint Nick (Ooo, little Saint Nick) Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick
sails are fillin' and the wind is willin' And I'm as good as gone again I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance Just a Saint of Circumstance
Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming Heads all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew shed have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom
the shadows still remain since your descent Your descent The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints
If I have weaknesses don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the