: Die Nacht offnet ihren Scho? Das Kind hei?t Einsamkeit Es ist kalt und regungslos Ich weine leise in die Zeit Ich wei? nicht wie du hei?t Doch ich
: Solo en una fria habitacion un arma en la mesa; no quiere ver el futuro, ni esperar en vano una salida. Sentir la frustracion dia a dia cuando el
: I'm as blue, I'm as blue as the ocean is true Just reflections of the sky I'm as cold, I'm as cold as stories are told But never sick enough to die
: Let me lie down Please don't wake me Nothing's sacred And no one saved me In my black eye I can feel it Moving closer Can't you hear it The
: Ojala que te mueras que se habra la tierra y te hundas en ella que todos te olviden. Ojala que te cierren las puertas del cielo que todos te humillen
i used to rely on you, but then i saw you, staring up from under sheets that lie on top of hospital beds, but where is your pulse? you want to pull
(Agnetha FA¤ltskog / Bosse Carlgren) You're not the good kind, the soft and sweet kind I don't think mom would like your smile. The way my ears ring,
Me puedo ver con claridad tumbada en un gran salón, rodeada de gente que llora y habla bien de mí... Tan elegante sin pintar, serena y relajada
Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold They'll close the parks and when they read your will The moon
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this
There is nowhere left to go, tomorrow never gets here to this abandoned ground, where I can sleep within Now the air is dark, now the coldness breathes
have to try just to inhale have to try just to inhale i think i may just pass out it's so breathtaking so hurry and kiss me my blood stream is crystalline
make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure -- The lovely Mary Morison
Let me lie down Please don't wake me Nothing's sacred And no one save me In my black eye I can feel it moving closer Can't you hear it? Only gift you
[Verse 1] Ya dead kid, now ya just meat for preperation Ya brain smeared all over the street like defecation Pull a gun out on a star Ya ain't to famous
Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in
Die Nacht offnet ihren Scho? Das Kind hei?t Einsamkeit Es ist kalt und regungslos Ich weine leise in die Zeit Ich wei? nicht wie du hei?t Doch ich wei
