Tradução: AVID. Algo siempre.
Tradução: AVID. All I Really Want.
un soffio morbido sono avido della tua pelle alcolica peggio poi se muovi la tua bocca erotica vivo avido della tua forma sadica come una rosa bianca sei bucolica sono avido
Pace, Bigazzi, Savio Avida, sei stata molto avida nella tua vita. E adesso che sei morta, sei ancora peggio. Vedi, ma da morta non mi fai paura. Sara
: [Solo:Gary Holt] The mob wants what he can't get Twisted minds, be somebody instead Evil greed for the extreme The chosen & the damned supreme The
: Wenn die Nacht fur uns gemacht Dunkle Schleier schickt Wenn keine Liebe schlafend liegt Der Zeiger weiterruckt Wenn Leidenschaft mich besiegt Das Feuer
: Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake
: Don't say you don't miss me yet I must concede There's something I have to explain It isn't easy playing your way I can't even begin to say I'm taking
: [Letra: Lorenzo Partida, Musica: Juan Partida] Abri los ojos y vi el desastre Vi mas alla de tu hipocresia A todos decidiste enganar Fui un borrego
: Dibuje en un paraiso vuestras caras asumiendo, yo tirando de una cuerda me aferre a la valentia en un destino sin gobierno en el que nadie creia con
: if you're sick and disease stricken the system's got a cure that you're not getting getting unless you're one of the elite and that's the only way
: close your eyes and take a look at what is yours and what is not in the final stages what do you think? all your possession is not worth a rush below
Pick up on this, pick up on this Yeah, I'm a greedy man, a greedy man I'm a greedy man, I'm a greedy man I'm a greedy man Now, brother don't leave the
Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh, uhh, the cake
I'm a greedy man Yes, I'm a greedy man Said, I'm a greedy man, people Yes, I'm a greedy man Greedy man, greedy man Tryin' to do the best I can I want
Terror, confrontation With the army, splittered nation Smash the mirror, there's no way back To the reign of egoism and brutality Now it's time to decide
We were on our way home On the right bus I just want to ask the driver If it's not too much fuss To drop me off at the old lady's And pick me up tomorrow
So I make you happy And I make you sick Forget the traffic I'm used to all of it It's no fair to say I'm only taking what I need Don't feel so snappy
