Letras:
Para Trompeta

: Die Posaunen von Jericho Horet, so werdet ihr sehen Ich bin der Furst uber das Heer des Herrn und bin gekommen Zieht eure Schuhe von euren Fu?en,

esto es una pesadilla que cuando despierte todo ira mejor. Para que me engano, nunca cambiaras mi vida para que me engano, no eres lo que yo creia para

: Everybody has the right to be wrong at least once Everybody has the right to be dunce-like, once-like Not being too smart is, is no disgrace What sets

: Slit my wrists, take away the pain. Slit my throat, everyone's to blame. Lost in the fields of confusion. Restless nights, they're not far away.

: Las night he could not make it he tried hard but could not make it last night he could not make it on a holiday for many miles looking for a place

I can tell myself I'm in control I can live this life without you But you know it's just a lie You know it's just my pride I can tell myself I'm broken

The day since I met her I can't believe it's true She came here from Memphis Across the ocean sailing And I saw her and I pleaded Why do you come so

I will survive through all this strife, and as the day grows older, so do I, and as the ashes fall, and cover your eyes, and stitching your mind closed

We watched the sunset and we told ourselves to never forget Just how good it felt to be surrounded By a town that we knew like the back of our hands We