die one after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other After the other It feels like a hundred years Hundred years, hundred years Hundred years, hundred years
Thrashing in the water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other after the other... It feels like a hundred years One hundred years
Tulkojums: Cure. Simts gadus.
other One after the other One after the other One after the other It feels like a hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years One hundred years
notice she's wearin' a funny sorta smile Well that just means I've been there and I've gone Now if you got a frigid woman I'm gonna cure her for a hundred
quite clever Always and forever, no one can do it better Respect on the mic, we in this for life For the street thug to my brother with same blood One
from my lungs to my knees In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze Ah-choo, then I was sore, there was only one cure Original rhymes wholesome in thought
't listen So they were burned alive They went down, down Deep underground In the great disaster I was hanging out in Berlin In the year one thousand nine hundred
we need. My dady told me to fight to cure sickness But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around These germs kill people quicker than I can cure
others do We crown the skies with our tiara; The life and fate of Aniara We write an endless symphony Now thousands were weeping And hundreds cried in dismay; Twenty years
