Madre Madre, eccomi da te accecato dal peccato originale inseguiro le verita che la storia ha messo via che la storia non ci da Mother Mother, tutti
번역: 대담한. 어머니.
: Madre Madre, eccomi da te accecato dal peccato originale inseguiro le verita che la storia ha messo via che la storia non ci da Mother Mother, tutti
god Awaiting the sun that herald of fire Trenches deep deep in the mire Never leave without honour within Brothers in arms take care of your kin A coal black moth
Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about some little people from a long time ago And
, back, back All my life, everything's been after me All my life, I just refused to see Take me in from the storm Come and rescue me, under the wings Of Mother
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Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Let it out... Bring us home, Start at somewhere, We
We shared a bed but never touched Next time we compensated in a rush. We're showing no signs of fatigue I've got a friend to act as a go-between. There
I hear sadness, I hear numbers, feeling, I love everything I hear sadness, I hear numbers, feeling, I love everything I hear sadness, I hear numbers
I'd love to be with you And the sun will rise, the sun will rise. I love to be with you And the sun will rise, the sun will rise. I'd love to be with
Am heavy, forever, In the sun, forever, Should we know, forever, In the field, La-da da duh-da Chewing On Bubblegum, Living in the field, Chewing On
When the sun grows on your tongue, You won't want to stop him. You're gonna die, we're all gonna die, We won't want to stop him.
People (people, people, people) We don't know (know, know know) Got away (away, away, away) By the sunny side (side, side, side) People (people, people
I love the summer, You love the flowers, I miss the summer, You are my flower, You're days are now gone, They're moving too slow, The here for the dares
Lost, picking flowers in the woods, These summers dreams sure have been good Lost, picking flowers in the woods, These summers dreams have been good Lost
