've wasted such a long time Been such a long time I've wasted all my fucking time All my life I've waited for a [Incomprehensible] Let's call it love Let's call
I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful
Tradução: La llamada. El Bosque.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She
Fall into my hands and sleep forever in these ashes of sorrow. Your chains hold me down. Your words keep me bound. Death cries out from these ashes.
number's up. I got a long time for love. Pony up and try and guess my hand, what have I learned from experience? I've got a long time for love. Let's call
: You don?t know where I?m from You don?t know when I?ll come You don?t know much, do you ? Well, neither do I When I come late in your sleep Bringing
: I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side, illuminated monarch of the abyss (which is) forgotten by the divine light I'm alive. Ancient now inexistent
: Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle
Count the seasons observe the sun and the stars and when you have risen the stones and implored their power that will be the door through which you can call
: I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty of this night. Step by step along the shadow
Inanna, let me feed at your breast let me celebrate the fertile union of the horned god with the pure white goddess. Follow the call of the wood. Follow
sin, bitter sweet, never, never let us go But never, never, never is a price we'd pay to grow They call it original sin, some call it divine The moment
2: Kanye West] Uh Roc-A-Fella Black people usin' black cars isn't it ironic? Smokin' weed on the yacht isn't it the chronic? Plus the hos good Its feelin' like rose wood
think most of the hos know me This shit ain't hard to tell For the girls that don't They call me "Bitch Hop In" Thats my nickname (Why they call you that
eyes Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye Dre called, told my baby
, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it
