and alone and for their dreams that will all be ashes But lately I feel like I'm just gonna rain and it goes over, and over, and over, and over again (Over) (Over
they tell? Mad politicians Can tell it true I handed my children Over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you...
of sadness, sealled in their cell Whispering secrets, what to they tell? Mad politicians can't tell it true I handed my children, over to you All over, over
many flames with too much to burn And life's only made of paper Oh, how I need to be free of this pain But it goes over and over And over and over again
to they tell? Mad politicians Can tell it true I handed my children Over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you...
Tradução: Sábado Negro. A ti.
Tradução: Sábado Negro. Over And Over.
Tradução: Sábado Negro. Más y Más.
many flames, with too much to burn And life's only made of paper Oh, how I need to be free of this pain But it goes over, and over, and over, and over
