Era uma vez um rei rico numa terra rica. Ele sentou em seu trono, plido e sombrio. O que ele pensa horror, o que ele v ira. O que ele diz pecado, o que ele escreve sangue.
Groovalistic. . Yesterday I struggled a little less than today. I locked it in a brain cell and I threw the key away. Don't know what I was thinking-then again I do.
Es war einmal ein Knig an Land und Dingen reich. Der sa auf seinem Thron finster und bleiCH. Was er sinnt ist SchRecken, was er blIckt ist Wut. Was er spricht ist Geiel, was er schreibt ist Blut.
Insane-the mother funksters tear it up. The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up. Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves. Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth.
Wenn der Mond sein Licht verliert. Dich die Sonne nicht mehr wrmt. Wenn aus Zwergen Riesen werden. Die Welt von alten Helden schwrmt. Wenn die Schatten lnger werden.
A lil' somthin' like dis. . Well, I got the blues. And I got shoes. But damn it's Infectious. . Well, I got the blues. Got it to my shoes. And damn it's Infectious.
Cuando el rey Nimrod al campo sala. Miraba en el cielo y en la estrellera. Vido uns luz santa en la judera. Que haba de nacer Avraham avinu. . La mujer de Trah quedo prenada.
Had I had a fucking gun. I would shoot your ass and run. I'm already off n'gone. I'm in immigration. . Find a reason to relax. Don't you know about sex.
Santa Maria. Strela do dia,. Mostra - nos via. Pera Deus e nos guia. . Ca veer faze - los errados. Que perder foran per pecados. Entender de que mui culpados.
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to. Remember all the things I'll never know. Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but.
Every women has. This hole with shit inside. And sometimes she wants. To get it outside. You can read between. The lines and understand. What the paper now.
Des oge mais quer eu trobar. Polar sennor onrrada. En que deus quis carne fillar. Beyta e sagrada. Por nos dar gran soldada. No seu reyno e nos erda. Por nos dar gran soldada.
Run away from hell. Please, excuse my smell. Listen, now I'm dead. Fuck my if I sad. . Why. You have to give. You've to forgive. You have to live. . I can fly around.
Im sommer war das gras so tief. Dass jeder wind daran vorber lief. Ich habe da dein blut gesphrt. Und wie es heiss zu mir herberrann. . Du hast nur mein gesicht berhrt.
Run away from hell. Please,excuse my smell. Listen,now I'm dead. Fuck my if I sad. . [CHORUS:]. . Why. You have to give. You've to forgive. You have to live.