Перевод: Раненый. Ребенка.
think the heart remains a child. The mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child. I think the heart remains a child
As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this
: As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this
were never that way again. After they came and left, we're nothing. Your voice is a cannibal. Your child got taken away. Your life is an open wound,
floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched (Chorus Makaveli) Young niggaz in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child
Pratt, And come through cockin' tha black pound, When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down, Poster child, Air Force Ones,
all said and done i'm gonna leave you wondering How did we do what we did? Yo, I don't care if you're a woman or a child or man When i'm done everybody
a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon
help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya settin up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doin his child
sung It is the end of all hope To lose the child, the faith To end all the innocence To be someone like me Wounded is the deer that leaps highest And my wound
to kill this song, 'Cause the melody's all wrong. And there's a fever, comin' on. It's hard to reconcile, What I've become. With the wounded child,
) A promise kept The dirt unswept A poorly worn disguise A child unloved that then grows up To love what we despise We're broken but still breathing We are wounded
[Instrumental]
, burn the world Reflecting eyes, sickle swings, wave of blood Suicidal mind from the start Endless pain, open wounds, slit the throat Radiation child
again I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child The hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child
I promise you gonna love it Yeah, well lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning I roll over and ask if.. [Chorus - Drake] [J. Cole] Hey, hey, God Bless the child
