译文: 雨燕. 小号宋.
cerisier Si j'ai goute le sang sur sa bouche C'est un coeur il aimait sa victime Je jure je pas tue, non Mais en fait je me trompe d'histoire Dans la
un cerisier Si j'ai goute le sang sur sa bouche C'est un coeur il aimait sa victime Je jure je pas tue, non Mais en fait je me trompe d'histoire Dans
: Dimache matin J'vais a Saint Ouen L'marche aux puces battait deja son plein Je denich' un' trompett' dans un coin Et soudain Immediat'ment J'me vois
alive But it looks like we're all eyes And no ears to hear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets
Stop Fucking With Me Put That Knife In Ya Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song
somethin' blue And when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down, tryin' to hide the tears Oh, she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets
Maybe Maybe I'm wrong To go on thinking, to sing my song Maybe This world's falling down Call up the trumpeters and knock the walls down Someone who
and a pair of balls for strength and a pair of lungs to sing and these simple chords that say: music is the language of us all To write these songs
To a song dissolved in the dawn (Michael, Michael) The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Michael, Michael
Probably livin' in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin' to flip it like, I flip it nigga got me bent And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders
's graced the evil spirit that surrounded me And pass me, and anytime it could a had me But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song Now it's peace
don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing this song I been a pawn
lucky bump at home at your cribbage C'mon get a move on/Get your groove on This aint the right song/To leave no pants on Hit em with a hee haw on the
I've got my one way ticket to the sky When we hear ol' Gabriel's trumpet blow And we know the hand of God is surely nigh My new hallelujah song I'll
This is just an instrumental Song Drums and trumpets
of the twilight, born in primal fury The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly Prevail'll nail through your heart, sounds painful Trumpets
