(a parte il fatto che mi manchi)Questo e il primotemporale dell'estate, dal mattino ripulisce la citta.Con le sue dita affilate si sta muovendo gia.Ti
tiempo atras Donde la mente duerme Y nada es real Existe una tierra, al norte del tiempo Al este de la realidad Donde los libros Abren la puerta, a un
insieme a te sto bene insieme a te sto bene insieme a te sto bene a parte te vedevo solo case vuote a parte che desideravo cose idiote a parte te...a
pianta chi u core un si vole pianta in memoria d'una casuccia bianca di l'avvene chi ci stava digia vogliu scrive A Pagina Chi Manca a u libru chi m'aiuta a
care A l'imensita Mi manca u monte Chi pesa u fronte A l'eternita Mi manca di gode A mio liberta Duie ore di sole Duie orette sole A lu trapughja Mi manca a
Tu manchi da questa camera e le cose non chiamano oggi Ho deciso che il tempo passi in tuo onore che non passi di qui e si fermi di sotto dove gli
away like a child at play Through the meadow land toward a closing door A door marked "Nevermore", that wasn't there before The lonely night discloses, just a
write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer Trying to get, trying to get a deferment
con te Mi mancherai, mi mancherai Perche vai via? Perche l'amore in te si e spento Perche, perche? Non cambiera niente lo so E dentro sento che Mi mancherai, mi mancherai
We missed you each day you were gone Me and my heart and my lips and my arms We missed you and we're glad you'll come home A hope against hope you still
I'm in dreamsville, holding you I'm dreaming you, just we two alone In love in dreamsville, time is new We're here to love and we do We can see the rest
Young lonesome soldier, sleeping in the rain Far from home Half a child, half a hero Tossed by the times, caught in the winds Dream, lonesome soldier
the news goin' need full blow coverage Our shottas big was a shotta Pac was a shotta (Bo!) Shyne locked up 'cause Shyne was a shotta (Bo!) Shottas, one more time lick a
mu-murder Murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder Murder, mu-murder these streets I stay up my gun tucked, I gives a
Don?t you feel a change a-coming From another side of time Breaking down the walls of silence Lifting shadows from your mind Placing back the missing
.A.T. cops rolling or that clock, stop, going Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay Homie, get on the grind like clockwork Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
