(Armande Altai / Joel Dugrenot) Dans le c?ur des hommes Fascines par la flamme de la mort Dans le c?ur des hommes Un secret se dechaine et se tord
Anonyme turc, Madame ?
(Armande Altai / Joel Dugrenot) Quand jadis j?etais la mer Cheveux d?algues et yeux pairs Et ma premiere Peau sensible etait la mer Les vagues caressant
(Armande Altai / Joel Dugrenot) Miroir ce soir que vas-tu predire Miroir ce soir que vas-tu maudire Ton grand ?il tout rond et froid a seduire Tel
(Armande Altai / Joel Dugrenot) Moi je crois mais je ne sais en quoi Je suis sure, je ne sais de quoi J? aimerais J? aimerais Nous avons tous le meme
(Armande Altai / Joel Dugrenot) Quand j?etais oiseau Au vol inverse A l??il de cristal Aux plumes allumees Au chant de metal Quand j?etais oiseau Soudain
Sur mon tapis volant Dans la fumee Je m?evapore Istambul dans la nuit Istambul dans la nuit De pierreries Qui clignent et phosphorent Atavisma-Altaika aaa Atavisma
What are these memories? Why have you told all of these, Stories to me? Do you not understand it yet? Have you lost all of your memory? Memories we
Godless Lawless Stifled Bondage The grubs are fastened In sackcloth and ashes We are the children Of amnesia of heaven Their cries go unrequited Lost
Lock and load Kill em all Let the lord Sort em out Fortifying lies for the Triggerman A honey-tongued devil do as she commands Psychotic! So patriotic
Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of
We dream like lions Warm in the frost Fresh from the kill Tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions Deep beneath the loam The windows of his soul Ash
I'm sleeping my way out of this one With anyone who will lie down I'll be stuck fixated on one star When the world is crashing down I keep telling myself
I love the way that you bite your lip And how it tastes when I'm attached to it You move, like... I love the way that you bite your lip And how it tasts
lingering in the Atavistic Viking And the planet hasn't seen such horror in a thousand years The bellicose screams of my ancestors still ring in the Atavistic
번역: 적갈색의. Throwbacks.
번역: 가을 아웃 보이. 천국의 7 분 (Atavan 헬렌).
