번역: 슬픔에서 영혼. 질문.
who've gone In rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on killing It's in the soul to feel such things But weak to watch without speaking Oh, what mercy sadness
works this shitty job And he thinks his '60 Chevy Is the only true amigo that he's got His heart is filled with sadness And his soul is like some ugly
Your hair like darkest loom Like a cherub left to gather moss Like a ship without its sail that's tossed Like a vassal to his kingdom lost My soul so
've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong That keep on killin' It's in the soul to feel such things But weak to watch without speaking Oh what mercy sadness
Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the travelling man. And he's very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.
, never-ending tears: Ignorance so absolute, within their minds so small. Into the depths of their shadows we fall. To live and breathe in sadness,
months your salary Paid for that madness, man that's sadness Whats left get a big ass plasma To see where they made dan rather point the damn camera Only approved questions
hurt me, you left with a smile Mistaken, your sadness was hiding inside Now all that's left are the pieces to find The mystery you kept, the soul behind
day without a certain demise, Put all the sadness, pain and struggle aside, And try to find the bright sunshine in your life. [ Verse 3 ] It's been a while since I lost my only soul
just Entertainment anymore. I can still remember My emotions so confused. My soul was seeking answers. No knife I let unused. So many questions I had to satisfy. My soul
stay I keep your soul in my heart War and peace negotiating my soul going dark my smile turning pale bedevilled darkness taking over blinding powers shooting at my soul
this question lies within the confines of your (hopes and) fears. "Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me! Shed a light upon my lonely soul!" But there
vitality. I can spread my thoughts to flood the room Embracing and webbing the people reborn. The love they are feeling I never can taste; The sadness the hatered remains my own. So many souls
and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul
soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But
A fire on ice, burning inside All my hope and loving was lost Now, hell is my home, the sadness is gone But don't you think my soul it is lost If you