Yeah, Paris, hey, La Fouine, bande d'enfoires, 78, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, La Fouine... [La Fouine] Reste en chien, Tu Veux nous faire un crom' mais tu
In a different place In another room The moment is near The night is generous Confident whispers, no words Warm hands speak The wall knows its paintings
One thousand ploughs my heart Grind on my spine Fields of flowers sun embraced Broken by the driven mass Smiling faces, laughing child No suffering from
Blew out the candlelight Brought the night to my house I invited it inside Let it conquer my mirror Read my books and laughed In a locked room I kept
Center my powers to release All the days gone wrong Rip them out from my memory Like pictures from a book I picked flowers between the rails Didn't hear
(dedicated to Abhinanda) A winteryear, five years before the future Just after the end of history There's a headless vulcano Couloring the sidewalk Its
Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out
Tulkojums: Skropstu Out. Dead reperi.
of us react What the fuck is this? LASH-OUT! Sick of your sentences they're substance free! LASH-OUT! Instead of bitching about what could be! [x2] LASH-OUT
know fire in their eyes works everynight i know so this is ours forever and ever before we calm down we're lashing out before we come home we're lashing out
