I'm gonna be round my vegetables I'm gonna chow down my vegetables I love you most of all My favorite vegetable If you brought a big brown bag of them
Close enough to start a war All that I have is on the floor God only knows what we're fighting for All that I say, you always say more I can't keep up
Yeah, we comin' now Come on Yeah, that's right Yo, we puttin' it down It's like a family in here, we're just a little disabled Puttin' it down, we lay
Vin ?inum ver ?u aldregi fyrri at flauslitum; / sorg etr hjarta, ef ?u segja ne nair einhverjum allan hug/ Sifium er ?a blandat, hver er segja r??r einum
Yeah.. We Coming now Come on..Uh..Yeah..Thats right We put it down It's like a family in here Just a little disabled Putting it down we lay em out on
Full assistance to those who bear it all Unable to fall, waiting patiently Backs against the wall Not allowing the weak to dictate When it's our turn
(claude-michel schonberg/alain boubil/herbert kretzmer) There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables
Dieser Schmerz kennt keinen Namen Niemand bringt sie wieder her. Dunkles Schweigen an den Tischen Meine Freunde sind nicht mehr. Hier erhob sich ihre
[Marius, recovering from his wounds, imagines he's back at the ABC cafe.] Marius There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on
(Marius, recovering from his wounds, imagines he is back at the ABC cafe) MARIUS There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on
A stagnant pool of bile contains as much interest... ...As the bible And is much less harmful And is much more helpful And is much more reverened
If we can call them friends We can call them on red telephones And they won't pretend That they're too busy or they're not alone An' if we can call them
I'm gonna be round my vegetables I'm gonna chow down my vegetables I love you most of all My favorite vege-table If you brought a big brown bag of them
as it all disappears... can't you see that i'm sneering from ear to ear? I call it hardly a shame no consistency sustained it's synthetic to take your
It's like singin' to empty tables Or a gallery full of ghosts Or like givin' a great big party Where nobody shows but the host That's what it's been
Galder er en trollsang som fremfA?res med en gjallende, skrikende stemme.] [Odin regnes galdernes opphavsmann] [English translation:] [Galder] [Galder
Well I spent too long with a boot on the back of my neck. Got nothing to lose, except to lose my self-respect. I've gotta come out fighting, words don