The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on The original fire has
While you're feelin' proud, why don't you help me? Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now Your revelations Cut me in, I don't want to live without Your revelations, revelations
My city sleeps by the side of a freeway The city scraps And winter time she wore a yellow coat Now there's nothin' on her back If a building falls you
When I was 18 I didn't know pain when the sun was high Burnt face, shadow's erased And I knew I'd be alright They tried to hurt me, uh, huh Somethin'
Just like a rescue of a stray dog in the rain I was hungry when you found me And you could tell by my tail and my rib cage What was once around me I'
Thought I was different and it seems I'm just the same As a game I put my hand over the flame I thought, I was smarter as I flew into the sun But it turned
Well, it's late in the hour And a few more grains of sand will fall On the colorful flowers Have grown upon the dust and moss Now I fear the worst is
Somedays, somedays Somedays just ain't so easy Wake up, look around Just before you're feet hit the ground Where they make the oil and street Is where
I walk the streets where I regret, ah, ah, ah I stood along and watched myself fall apart And said the voices in my head, ah, ah, ah Slipped through the
Well, they don't hate you, you know they love you But they're gonna come, kill you They don't mean you any harm It's just what they do Could be your
In the here and now I wait Down among the young and the old Between the moon and the ground I play With my children in my home This is for the daughters
You can look a hurricane right in the eye 1200 people dead or left to die Follow the leaders, we're in an eye for an eye, we'll all be blind Death for
live without) Your revelations Such a shame, such a shame That I wouldn't know by now Cut me in I don't want to live without (Don't want to live without) The revelations, revelations
Tulkojums: Audioslave. Atklāsmes.
: Well they don't hate you, you know they love you But they're gonna come kill you They don't mean you any harm It's just what they do Could be you're
: The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4) With a pen in one hand, taking us and burned on kerosine Headed for a fire
: In the here and now I wait Among the young and the old Between the moon and the ground I play With my children in my home This is for the daughters
: Well it's late in the hour and a few more grains of sand will fall On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss Now I feel the worst is near
