Emport par le Froid. Mon ultime compagnon. En veillant sur mon sommeil. Mon frre, mon seul ami. Emmne moi dans tes bras. De l'autre ct des vents. J'cris les dernires lignes.
Braslia 5:31. (Herbert Vianna). Quartos de hotel so iguais. Dias so iguais. Os avies so iguais. Meninas iguais. No h muito que falar sobre o dia. No h do que reclamar.
Sous les couleurs de l'Islam. Le voile cache la femme. Berce l'ombre des mes. Prisonnire de leurs versets. Femme aux dsirs dlaisss. Renie l'appel du pass.
Ma belle enfant, ma douce amante. Venez prs de moi. Prs du vieil homme demi-fou. Qui rit de vos larmes. Amour et sentiments, uss jusqu' l'extrme. Ne sont que souvenirs demi-morts.
Braslia 5:31. (Herbert Vianna). Quartos de hotel so iguais. Dias so iguais. Os avies so iguais. Meninas iguais. No h muito que falar sobre o dia. No h do que reclamar.
Assaltaram a gramtica. Assassinaram a lgica. Meteram poesia na baguna do dia-a-dia. Sequestraram a fontica. Violentaram a mtrica. Meteram poesia aonde devia e no devia.
Assaltaram a gramtica. Assassinaram a lgica. Meteram poesia na baguna do dia-a-dia. Sequestraram a fontica. Violentaram a mtrica. Meteram poesia aonde devia e no devia.
Todo dia, o sol da manh vem e lhes desafia,. Trs do sonho pro mundo quem j no queria,. Palafitas, trapiches, barracos, filhos da mesma agonia, ou!!. E a cidade, que tem braos abertos num carto postal,.
Must be the way you walk. Must be your hair. Must be the way you talk. The way you glare. . Must be the things you do. Must be your eyes. Must be that special brew.
I MEAN. WHAT I'M SAYIN'. OR AT LEAST I'D LIKE. TO BE THAT WAY. . I FEEL. WHAT I'M FEELIN'. I CAN NOT CHOOSE,. IT'S JUST COMIN'. OVER ME. . MEANIN'. FEELIN'.
no, no, no please don't talk to me, I'd really like to be alone, alone, alone, No, no, no please don't talk to me, I'd really like to be alone, alone, alone, No, no, no I don't know what should change, to make it a little easier for me, no, no, no I don't know what should change, to make it a little easier for me:.
There's a cry. That's rising up. Are we moved enough to touch Your heart?. Hear our prayer and let it move Your hand. Oh God. . We Cry. On behalf of those.
Love came down from heaven to earth. God in person walked among us. Who would hear and who would see. The things He did on earth would change eternity.
Khamoshiyan awaz hai lafzo mein bs inkaar hai. . Khamoshiyan awaz hai lafzon me bs inkaar hai......................... . Lafzon ne chuna lafzon ne buna jo b hmne kha jo bhi hmne suna.
So sick and tired,. Of walking on uneven ground and,. This dust on my feet just wont come clean youre too tightly wound.. But I can see right through you,.
Hazed eyes. And Im running on empty. Still sharp; but something keeps on telling me:. Lets stain these windows with something really devout. Oh whereve we been.
Patience,. So we were never meant as lovers, its the way that we move, yeah the way that we move. Tell me what I dont know. So how do I get you alone?.
Theres wolves again at your door,. Draped in gold like urges. Kept me so warm. To prove its what youd become. They say that ill be waiting for, waiting for you..
[How the crusaders burnt the Cathars as punishment for their so called heretic beliefs]. . Watch the final scene. At the Bucher or the stake. Gonna build a tower to bum.
[A short poem about the Castle that was home to the lyricists during writing of this album]. . 700 years of cold nights it's been there. 700 years of power fading away.