bonheur est au bout des doigts ne l'oublie pas Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis venu te dire que j'ai su rester fort Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis venu
est au bout des doigts ne l'oublie pas Refrain Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis venu te dire que j'ai su rester fort Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis venu
译文: K'maro. 在天使的眼睛.
bonheur est au bout des doigts ne l'oublie pas Refrain Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis venu te dire que j'ai su rester fort Sous l'oeil de l'ange Je suis
Preacher man talking about the end of time Well, Lord knows I'm ready, it don't worry my mind You see, I ain't afraid of nothing because I believe I've
If you had not've fallen Then I would not have found you Angel flying too close to the ground But I patched up your broken wings And hung around a while
I saw the statue of Herman Brood It had a lump way down in it's throat That's because it's heart was broke in two He played piano really fucking good
Ain't no need to worrying What the night is gonna bring Because it will be all over in the morning Ain't no need to worrying What the night is gonna
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Before there was time There were visions in Your mind There was death in the fall of mankind But there was life in salvation's design Before there were
We are called out, we are ransomed We are not of the world we're in We are chosen, we are blessed To bring light to the lives of men So Father sow Your
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There is life in the blood of the lamb who was slain There is power, there is power in His name There is love pouring out of the wounds that were made
No more my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done I quit the hopes I held before To trust the merits of Thy Son No more my God No more my
Laden with guilt and full of fears I fly to Thee my Lord And not a glimpse of hope appears But in Thy written word The volumes of my Father's grace Does
