You’re a good soldier Choosing your battles Pick yourself up And dust yourself off Get back in the saddle You’re on the front line Everyone’s watching
Cold like a salt statue.. in a a crystal masuleum. Dry to the bone in reason of weeping And dead like Tiberius in his prison All in ruins like Parthenon
frнa como una estatua de sal en un mauseleo de cristal seca hasta los huesos por llorar y muerta como puede estar tiberio en su guacal toda en ruinas
You're a song Written by the hands of god Don't get me wrong cause This might sound to you a bit odd But you own the place Where all my thoughts go hiding
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Quй me pasу Fue un impacto Aquн en mi corazуn Cuando oнa en el Encontrй tu mirada y tu voz Busco mi alma Asн empezу Circulaba en la calle Que este mundo
Tus gafas oscuras me hacen vibrar cada vez que te ocultan Tus gafas oscuras me hacen sentir que yo soy de otro lugar Y cuando me miras se encoje mi cuerpo
En la agenda de mis dнas En sus pбginas queridas Estoy yo tras tu experiencia de vivir Y siempre tu fuerza que me guнa Aliviaste mis heridas Y el empuje
I give you my waist and my lips, for when you want to kiss, haa, ha I give you my madness and the few neurons they left me My discolored shoes, the diary
te regalo mi cintura y mis labios para cuando quieras besar te regalo mi locura y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya mis zapatos desteсidos el diario
i give you my waist and my lips for when you want to kiss i give you my madness and the few neurons that already remain my faded shoes the newspaper
It's alright, it's alright Cause the system never fails The good guys are in power and the bad guys are in jail It's alright, it's alright Just as
So I find a reason to shave my legs Each single morning So I count on someone Friday nights to take me dancing And then to church on Sundays To plant
So I find a reason to shave my legs Each single morning So I count on someone on Friday nights To take me dancing again To church on Sundays To plant
Who's to say That we always have to agree I think we both can take this one mistake Like some kind of amnesty Why to love and with such brutality
te regalo mi cintura, y mis labios para cuando quieras besar te regalo mi locura, y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya mis zapatos desde niГ±os, el diario
It's the rain of everyday that has augemented it's level And music doesn't have the same effect that it once had. Maybe I've lived too much in too
si es la lluvia de todos los dнas que ha aumentado su nivel ya la mъsica no tiene el mismo efecto que solнa tener tal vez haya vivido tanto en tan