The fly is the source of infection Some wild guy told me The fly is the source of infection Believe me it's not so The source of infection is you My fly
Hey, Quiebro razon justo a tiempo Soy la vena, la sangre el corazon latiendo Justo a tiempo Sin darme cuenta entraba en tierras lisas Sin riesgo, sin
Lichterperlen blitzen murmelnd Zwischen Moos und Stein Funkelndes Schattenwasser Im leisen Blaetterrauschen Lichtdurchwirkte Baumkronen Wiegend im Wind
Take one Hey Alright Woo How 'bout 'cha now, come on Oh yeah Dig it! That's right Is everybody ready? Let's go (Movin' up and down) Up 'n down (Round
Crave for no more, nor the self that would Not even that which always is there Needy of naught, but to be constrained From any care and want of a selfish
Like a good friend The shadow from the landfill Visits my house everyday The glow from the reactor Keeps me warm at night And I always feel safe That
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing Thy grace Streams of mercy, never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise Teach me, ever to
Morning comes and I'm up on time again Upon getting up and I'm down on what I got up for It's been a long time my friend Boring, dumb, and fine So why
Come thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing Thy grace Streams of mercy never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise And teach me some melodious
Pieniadz kroluje Dzialaniem ludzi steruje Za niego sie je, ubiera, Zyje, pracuje Pieniadz kroluje Dzialaniem ludzi kieruje W jego imie sie kradnie, gwalci
Come Thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing Thy grace Streams of mercy, never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise Teach me some melodious
The land was created, in the name of the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E.
Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more Oh that I might love Thee more Thy
O ha de errado comigo? Nao consigo encontrar abrigo Meu pais e campo inimigo E voce finge que ve mas nao ve. Lave suas mao que e a sua porta que irao
Picking the scabs off regret because it doesn't seem to be your birthday yet. Spotting and removing the fly from the ointment. A beautician looking for
Through trial and error Since the beginning of the fight until the triumphant state A mere mortal human Transformed with cosmic heat through the circle
Before god you must tell the truth As you know this is a trial What have I done? I am innocent. I do not understand Oh, I see you deny the crimes Let
Cross fading thoughts. I am in will to change. My reflections are just a subtle idea. I feel I am changing into the infinity. You are weak. Not in control