
Dead Poetic - A green desire
Tekst :
I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel.I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle.
Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles.
I’ll lose my life right here. But what for, I’m coming home.
And I will meet you (there)
I’m heading nowhere fast. I need your hands.
Which breath will be my last? It’s gone, my past.
Love with a broken heart. I’m here alone.
I’m getting taken away. I hope you’re coming soon.
And I will meet you (there)
Grab my hand and take me home.
Will you be there to grab my hand and take me away?
I want to see your eyes.
I need to feel your love.
Which hand should I cut off?
I’ll lose my life right here.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Solid ground
One man built his house in the sand
Another put his house upon a rock
When the floods of tribulation came you can understand
Why one house remained and the other one did not.
So let s built our house on solid ground on a rock
Where we can live...
Another put his house upon a rock
When the floods of tribulation came you can understand
Why one house remained and the other one did not.
So let s built our house on solid ground on a rock
Where we can live...
Spassiunatamente
Nce arrivammo, nuje,
Curva su curva,
Dall alto scennenno
Int a povere e camionne,
Int a povere e camionne
Nce arrivammo, nuje,
Pe oblique scalinate,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare
Stu mare, int a solita calura,
che squisitamente frisco,
scunsulatamente frisco
Parola su parola nce arrivammo,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
Scustamato paraviso
Siamo mangiatori di pesce,
Ne facimmo na passione,
Ne...
Curva su curva,
Dall alto scennenno
Int a povere e camionne,
Int a povere e camionne
Nce arrivammo, nuje,
Pe oblique scalinate,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare
Stu mare, int a solita calura,
che squisitamente frisco,
scunsulatamente frisco
Parola su parola nce arrivammo,
Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
Scustamato paraviso
Siamo mangiatori di pesce,
Ne facimmo na passione,
Ne...
Reasons
Well if you ever become one of them
Listen up real closely
Cause I won?t tell you again, boy
And even though I know the bad times never hurt you
A run in with the wrong crowd
Can never, you never hurt
If you...
Listen up real closely
Cause I won?t tell you again, boy
And even though I know the bad times never hurt you
A run in with the wrong crowd
Can never, you never hurt
If you...
Dużo palę
Dużo palę, mało jem,
mało jem, lecz trochę piję
i powoli, tak powoli czas ucieka,
niezwyczajny czas, choć codzienny jak gazeta.
Gorzkie słowa mówią mi,
chodzą za mną po ulicy,
bez znaczenia jakiś w bramie pocałunek,
a od rana szklanki kawy, szklanki kawy,
nawet diabeł ich nie...
mało jem, lecz trochę piję
i powoli, tak powoli czas ucieka,
niezwyczajny czas, choć codzienny jak gazeta.
Gorzkie słowa mówią mi,
chodzą za mną po ulicy,
bez znaczenia jakiś w bramie pocałunek,
a od rana szklanki kawy, szklanki kawy,
nawet diabeł ich nie...
Not fire, not ice
There is not a river wide
Not a mountain high
And neither sin nor evil
Could change how I feel inside
Could change how I feel inside
Not all the strength of the ocean
Not all the heat from the sun, from the sun
Now, others have tried, I just...
Not a mountain high
And neither sin nor evil
Could change how I feel inside
Could change how I feel inside
Not all the strength of the ocean
Not all the heat from the sun, from the sun
Now, others have tried, I just...