Bathory - No life at all
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I m not made perfect i don t know everything
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink
I ve had my moments when i ve prepared for all
I ve even failed to have a woman given my number to call
Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all
Is no life at all
Even my pubic hair has got it s share of split ends
I ve felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin lead
But i have never felt i had to take that easy way out
By putting some damn f*ckin stotgun to my head
Some say...
Is no life at all
Inne utwory
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Gdzie¿ ten, co go czekam tak,
¿e mi tchu a¿ w piersiach brak?
Gdzie¿ ten, co obieca mi
mi³o¶æ do ostatnich dni?
Gdzie ten, co go czekam tak,
¿e mi tchu a¿ w piersiach brak?
Gdzie ten, co obieca mi
mi³o¶æ do ostatnich dni?
Gdzie ten, który powie...
Evening is falling, all still around me
The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace
Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride
The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine
Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting
Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end...
Broken heart
One more time
Pick yourself up
Why even cry?
Broken pieces
In your hands
Wonder how you ll make it whole
You know
You pray
This can t be the way
You cry
You say
Something s gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart
Of mine
Of mine
Someone said
A broken heart
Would sting at first
Then make you stronger
Wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts...
I am a mess
I ve made a huge mess
I can t control myself
I kill the rhyme again
I m comin sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside, where people hide
Within it chemical, unbalanced on the triple beam
What, fuck what you heard, it...
Gdy szukam słów, gdy szukam takich słów,
którymi mógłbym nazwać Cię.
Z tomików wierszy zbieram je
i chowam gdzieś na serca dnie
te słowa, których treść już znam.
Lecz każde z nich ktoś komuś mówił już,
więc ja nie powiem Tobie nic.
W melodię wplotę włosy Twe,
Twój każdy krok, Twój każdy gest
i tylko Tobie zagram ją…
To bossa-nova,...