(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief) Toi qui parles de nouvelles libertes Fier de l'argent que ton pere t'a laisse Tu cracheras ta haine sur nous pauvres manuels
Toi qui parle de nouvelles libertes Fier de l'argent que ton pere t'a laisse Tu cracheras ta haine sur nous pauvres manuels En repandant nos ghettos que
Toi qui parle de nouvelles libertes Fier de l'argent que ton pere t'a laisse Tu cracheras ta haine sur nous pauvres manuels En repandant nos ghettos
miracle is gone You're drugstore Jesus A saint for everyone You've thrown your soul away All your gold turns to dust All your masses lose your trust This grand illusion
human disgraces Harold in regnum successit "On your shoulder I'm leaving the care of my kingdom, my despair" Incautum donum ! [Harold:] "I command now!" Calamitas! Feelings of illusions
gone You're drugstore jesus A saint for everyone You've thrown your soul away All your gold turns to dust And all your masses lose your trust This grand illusion
disappear And you, will never betray me anymore It?s true they say, that time will tell, what parts we play Never trust a stranger No more trials and endless wars Never trust
my heart Is it something that i did or i said wrong Baby please just tell me Cause if you really love me You need to show me trust How can't you
is gone You're drugstore jesus A saint for everyone You've thrown your soul away All your gold turns to dust And all your masses lose your trust This grand illusion
