enguiado, a lama, a lama. A drift, ponte, flight, r, resto, quail. The promise of spring And the river bank talks (So as guas de maro). Of the waters of march, (Fechando o vero). It's the promise of life
,. . It's too late there's no time, (its too late there's no time). All for none, none for one, two, three, four. . March of the dogs,. To a beat of disillusion. Sworn under God,. Breeding panic and
, it's the end of a slope,. It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope. And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,. It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart. The foot, the
march of the black queen. My life is in your hands, Ill for and Ill fie. Ill be a bad boy - Ill be your bad boy. Ill do the march of the black queen. . Walking true to style. Shes vulgar buse and
This time we run. This time we hide. . This time we draw on all the fire we have inside. We need some time to find a place. Where I can wipe away the madness from your face. . Our name is out.
This time we run. This time we hide. . This time we draw on all the fire we have inside. We need some time to find a place. Where I can wipe away the madness from your face. . Our name is out.
Thousand Yard Stare By Big Country. -----------------------------------. I should have called you brother. I should have been real close. You know I loved you brother. Enough to take over your po
I know where all that time has gone. Blown and drifted listening to an August night. I see where I was wrong. But how could I know that you were right. . When you said I would need something wild
I know where all that time has gone. Blown and drifted listening to an August night. I see where I was wrong. But how could I know that you were right. . When you said I would need something wild
Thousand Yard Stare By Big Country. -----------------------------------. I should have called you brother. I should have been real close. You know I loved you brother. Enough to take over your po