it rains for forty days we are all victims of the flood Somewhere a brave heart must survive Yes, someday the truth will bury the lie Yah, somewhere a brave heart
Tulkojums: Miller Bill. Brave Heart.
The skies are blue, but I still hear thunder The skies are clear, but there's lightning under my skin It's gonna rain again, and when the rains come
Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the
