译文: 恩佐恩佐. 而被抛弃的志愿者.
译文: 而被抛弃. 口琴.
lunaires Les voisins, la rue et le reste ont fondu Au lointain Y a rien a faire Pour les naufrages volontaires Chevauchant une vague imperieuse Qui les
annees lunaires Les voisins, la rue et le reste ont fondu Au lointain Y a rien a faire Pour les naufrages volontaires Chevauchant une vague imperieuse Qui les
I don?t want to talk to you and, You don?t want to talk to me, So I?ll shut my eyes and think of England, While I speak, You don?t want my photograph,
You take control of having what you want around you And every blink of your eye can make an old man seem younger Than every single day in his life Before
I built a fortress with a hundred thousand faces I'll keep it safe with a hundred thousand more But these masks are wearing thin as You draw me in I
Hey! I've lost everything Now I've gotta find a way out Hey! They keep asking me Where I was when it was burning There's no trying to explain They
hey, i've lost everything, now i've gotta find a way out, hey, they keep asking me, where i was when it was burning, there's no trying to explain, they
A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the north east One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky Its tail skimmed the sea It flutters,
There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen, you can hear her weeping
You slept in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout
By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars
This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow Only the ashes remain And I waited there for you Why couldn't you? Here we lie waiting for something to startle
Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For
And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it
I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair Hoping for a Frigidaire To come passing by I am on reprieve Lacking my joie de vive Missing my gay Paris In this
