Tô bem na parada. Ninguém consegue entender. Chego na balada,todos param pra me ver. Tudo dando certo, mas eu tô esperto. Não posso botar tudo a perder.
What did you want?. What were you waiting to see?. Just take a look around, you'll see the same old story. I'm unconscious again finding a means to an end.
Now don't go walkin' towards that light. Life is only finite, finite, yeah. You know we love to play with fire. Burnin' up the cold nights, cold nights, yeah.
VERSE 1. . The Cross Has the Final Word. The Cross Has the Final Word. . Sorrow may come in the darkest night. but The Cross Has the Final Word. . The Cross Has the Final Word.
Rather let me fail, than never to have tried at all.. Come what may, nothing short of death will see me cry defeat.. . Rule every moment. Seize every day..
One scorched, three burning.... Worlds given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers.. How lightly tread we now.... . Today is the tomorrow that was never to come..
So what is real? This day eats you.. Licked by a flame too soon, in sleep.. Boot up for steel, iron hand defeats you.. Tried out, but wind-blown, in sleep..
Poured myself out:. I am the empty cup. My hope has died away. And my tolerance faded.. . How can I keep Stability. On such shaky ground?. Prayers that a smile will flag me down..
Rather let me fail, than never to have tried at all.. Come what may, nothing short of death will see me cry defeat.. . Rule every moment. Seize every day..
She couldn't kill me from the start. She thought that she could break me heart. I'm not the one that's been held down. Because you're the one that's letting me go.
What are you swinging for?. Swing for the fences or sit down. Break the fence and then another. Bloody face, look away. . Crying in an empty room. With nowhere to run.
La Marseillaise. Allons enfants de la patrie,. Le jour de gloire est arriv. Contre nous de la tyrannie. L'tendard sanglant est lev. Entendez vous dans les campagnes,.
Arise children of the fatherland. The day of glory has arrived. Against us tyranny's. Bloody standard is raised. Listen to the sound in the fields. The howling of these fearsome soldiers.
1) Fratelli d'Italia, l'Italia s' desta. dell'elmo di Scipio se' cinta la testa. dove' la vittoria? Le porga la chioma:. ch schiava di Roma Iddio la creo..
Lyrics in French. . O Canada!. Terre de nos aïeux,. Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux.. . Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,. Il sait porter la croix..
Our land, our land, our fatherland,. Sound loud, O name of worth!. No mount that meets the heaven's band.. No hidden vale, no wavewashed strand.. Is loved, as is our native North..
Oi maamme Suomi, synnyinmaa,. soi, sana kultainen!. Ei laaksoa ei kukkulaa,. ei vett, rantaa rakkaampaa. kuin kotimaa t pohjoinen,. maa kallis isien..
You want me, and keep me here. You call us close, to dispel your fear. You paint in the corner of peace with your hands. As the water flows north miles west.
The river of doubt gave birth to a, a beautiful stone. And in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own. So I picked it up and I held it to the sky.
Fallin', I am fallin' down the mountain once again. Fallin', I am fallin' down the mountain once again. . Does anybody know this man, can anybody understand?.