Written & composed by Kate Ryan. . I don't know how far I can see. 'cause it's all blue water streaming towards me. The sun needs to shine normally. but it's all grey rain.
Nasze wsplne sowa. nasze wsplne dni. Dzie zachodzi ciepem twego ciaa. Ja i ty. . Nasze wsplne myli. rozpoznaj nas. Kiedy wschodzi soce. promienieje twoj twarz.
Written and composed by Peter Kingsbury. . If I laid down my love - To come to your defense. Would you worry for me - With a pain in your chest ?. . Could I rely on your faith to be strong.
Odkd pamitam ukadaem jaki plan. Zbieraem myli, doceniaem to co mam. Wiedziaem, e nie wystarczy mie. e trzeba jeszcze bardzo chcie. Oddycha tak jak gdyby mia si skoczy wiat..
The say the world was coming to an end.... Well... It was by our own hand.. Turned out the world kept turning, only we ended.. All the evidence was there....
When the air comes in at night. It almost seems to call out your name. When its dark out, when its light. The seasons change but your love remains. . And theres a blue sky.
Try!. . All that is dead around me. Lifeless in the wake of catastrophe. Burning in my mind, I am not deceived. Judgment into my own mortality. . Now that the soul is free.
Theres a girl in a raincoat. See her at the station. Where I was driving? I dont know. Think it just stopped raining. . You look like the answer. Said to her, to myself.
The machine is now alive. To wreck havoc in your lives. There's no use to hold me back. I am ready to attack. . I am a criminal. I am a criminal. I am a criminal.
A wiem, e teraz to ju nie wiem nic,. to wszystko mi si ni.. Koysz si bo wieje wiatr,. to nie tak, wiatr koysze cisze.. . Gdzie po drugiej stronie jeste z nim,.
This ever changing world, ever changing me. But feels new pathways for my soul to see. It lights so bright, so bright in your eyes. Casting off the shadows that darken your mind.
Jest ju ciemno, ale wszystko jedno.. Pytam siebie, czym jest pikno?. Pikne usta, jasne donie, czyste myli.. O boe i mwi tak, jak ja.. Myl sobie, jeste saby, to patrz, to patrz.
Compressed youthful voices. Suffer age. Below John's floors. Spoilage. . Lingering death. Gagging your fears. Dead in horror. Grizzly facial stare. . Unbelievable atrocity.
Strain, strain, strain, you can resist the. Strain, strain, strain, you can resist the. . A gun in hand can make you believe. In everything that's meant to deceive.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . Now I don't need nobody's persuasion. To get this party off of the ground.
Like the knife into my back,. Cold hate within my spine,. Freezing my nerves,. This slow death consumes my mind,. Shock waves through my soul,. Compounding my fears,.
Like the knife into my back. Cold hate within my spine. Freezing of my nerves. This slow death consumes my mind. . Shock waves through my soul. Compounding my fears.
A tortured whipping dog defiled. Stalked by oblivion and denial. Scarring lacerations. Hopeless devastation. . The cuts, cut deeper. The cuts, cut deeper.
You'll never take my soul. You'll never take my soul. . The next generation in synchronization, devoid and astray. Burned and defenseless against the relentless hacking machine.