Listen I may well I hear what you're sayin'. But you know we're not the bread & butter. Anymore these days everything's changed there's no use in arrangin'.
La presencia de la artillera en pases meridionales. unidos en la lucha extranijera bajo el reino de las Dos Sicilias. y los movimientos predecibles de la tropa y falsas batallas,.
Land of the Gods. Home for their human forms. You see the same stars. From their distant realm. mystic path you sail. To reach their presence. One part of mortal world.
Per terre ignote vanno le nostre legioni. a fondare colonie a immagine di Roma. "Delenda Carthago". con le dita colorate di henna su patrizi triclini.
Out of the water. Cold, black Nordic sea. Risen towards the eternal sky. The land lays open and free. . Up high the Mountains. Where the wind (catch its speed and chill).
Cuccurrucucu, paloma. Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.. Cuccurrucucu, paloma. Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.. Las serenatas en el saln del instituto. a la hora de gimnasia o de religin..
At dawn they rise pointing to the skies. Ready to cut through the clouds at command. From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds. When the button is pressed by death's hand.
The man and the ghost will meet again. In the night when it snows, never quiet, never cold. . Hear their calling, lost lords to cast the ride, white spears in their hands, pointing towards the sky.
I'm not too big a fan of beer but I need a drink. If I smoked I could use a zip now I'm on the brink. I've been all geared up now for how long I don't know.
Cuccurucucu paloma ahia-ia-ia-iai. cantava. Cuccurucucu paloma ahia-ia-ia-iai. cantava. le serenate all'istituto magistrale. nell'ora di ginnastica o di religione.
Vivo como un camello en un canaln,. en esta ilustre y honorable sociedad.. Y espero todava una ocasin idnea. para comprar un par de alas y abandonar el planeta..
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs. I lick my lips. But don't be upset, its the only way I know how. To show you that I really care. I lie to you every chance I get.
Now that the wind called my name. And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space. And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame.
Vivo come un cammello in una grondaia. in questa illustre e onorata societ!. E ancora, sto aspettando, un'ottima occasione. per acquistare un paio d'ali, e abbandonare il pianeta,.
Clamori nel mondo moribondo. clamori nel mondo.. Ciuffi d'isotopi in mano. passeggio tra le particelle dei miei atomi. nuclei pulsari, neutroni e quasari.
Weakest of moments are these. The choking hold of insanity. Loses it's grip and cuts me so deep. With the knife of clear memories. Of that innocent past which didn't last.
Beyond the mountains. where the wind cries out its pain. Deserted valleys. where the darkness always reigned. . Where the sunlight never ever. touched the poisoned ground.