: (Instrumental)
This song is an instrumental.
(Instrumental)
Tradução: Viaje. Conversaciones.
When I stand before the Lord, I'll be standing alone. This journey is my own. Still I want man's advice, and I need man's approval, but this journey
: Slow down this is slippin' trough my mind, This conversation has run out of time. Honey I know you know what I mean, And that's the one thing that
: Slow down! This is slippin' through my mind, the conversation has run out of time. Honey, I know you know what I mean, and that's the one thing that
before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill There were jovial conversations
in my life/ (Repeat) She nuh stiffnecked and listen to me/ She seek only truth and reality/ and when she come ina me yard it is a blessing to me/ and conversation
human loon I hate you skinhead oi-boys You fucking Nazi goons Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull You're boring and your conversation
stupid human loon I hate you skinhead oi-boys You fucking Nazi goons Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull You're boring and your conversation
I break 'em off when I give 'em the heat Steady re' for rollin, nullets body decomposin I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat You remember the beat, conversation
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah There's all these cracks Crack of sunlight Crack in the mirror on your lips It's the moment of a sunset Friday When our conversations
yeah,yeah, There's always cracks. A crack of sunlight, a crack in the mirror, or on your lips. It's the moring on a sunset Friday, when all conversation
And so another journey has come to an end Another moment passed that will not, will not, come again Resting in the shade of oak, so it has always been
