Meanwhile Rome burns. Meanwhile Rome burns. . Its a cultural shift it's the North Atlantic Drift. Americana and a rule Britannia. And the moon yes we own that to. And where the Euphrates meets
Song We Three Kings . Singer Tenth Avenue North, Britt Nicole. We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain. Following yonder star. Born a king
(Bob Dylan). . If you're traveling in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She was once a true love of mine. . And if
. And wonder what the sailor knows. . That is you to them,. That is how they think you are. Never on the land,. But sailing by the north star. . To the tower and to the ravens. And the tale that
. Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip. Make one false move and it's a up north trip. Livin the high life, make your moves at night. Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife. Runnin from
Europe that was shrouded in black. I witnessed the birth pains of new nations. When the chosen people finally went back. . North Winds Blowing. I wish they’d blow you all away. North Winds Blowing
Europe that was shrouded in black. I witnessed the birth pains of new nations. When the chosen people finally went back. . North Winds Blowing. I wish they’d blow you all away. North Winds Blowing
Europe that was shrouded in black. I witnessed the birth pains of new nations. When the chosen people finally went back. . North Winds Blowing. I wish they’d blow you all away. North Winds Blowing
Bài hát Drawing - Claris. Kagayaku toki no naka shinjiteru futari no mirai . Futatsu to nai monogatari o . Masshiro na peeji ni kakikomou . Migi poketto shimaikonda . Chiisana yume to chiisana fuan
If you're traveling to north country fair. Where the winds hits heavy on borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. . Hope you see her hairs hanging
In the north end of town my own children are grown. But I was raised on the other. In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick. And I was brought up by my brother The iron ore poured as the years
VER 1 NORTH. Sao cơn mưa kia chưa tạnh . Trôi đi bao suy nghĩ trong anh . Luôn xuất hiện khi đêm về, những câu chuyện ta đã thề chỉ còn lại rất mong manh . Những điều người trao its hurt, anh không