Paralayzed
She ain't as beautiful as me, but she's as beautiful as she can be
She ain't as cold as she want but she wants it to boil
She ain't as cold as she can be, don't you see
It takes a fast mind to figure out, what's on this whole earth this is all about
Let 'em ride for a while, let 'em wonder, oh
Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
She's got a bent belt by her side
She's got that donkey paralyzed
She's got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sins
She's got a garagedoor where you've got lies
She's got a lifeline by her side
She's got a woman paralyzed
She's got a much elder husband than god's son himself
She's got a bagage full of hope and knives
Na! Get down!
She's selling basses down a ?backstreet stair?
Just down the alley where there's nothin' but air
And the birds took brake, 'round 1968
She's selling basses in a ?backstreet stair?
She took me down when just couldn't get ahead
She took my soul when I choosed laughter instead
Let me ride for a while let me wonder, oh
How it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
She's got a bent belt?
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Stay
I've got my mind on you And I don't know what to do Cause it's been so long since I've felt like we're okay Baby I just wanna know what is gonna make
Без Бою
Що ж це я Що ж це я не зумів Зупинитися вчасно Все ясно Зі мною тепер і назавжди Пізно не йди Не йди від мене Я наллю собі я наллю тобі вина А хочеш із медом Приспів: Хто ти
It’s Me (And I’m Ready To Go)
The autumn leaves were falling, On these old cathedral walls, There were candles in the darkness, Singing in the choir, And reading out the names, Of all the ones who've gone before, Well I could tell
Не Треба Слів
Дах світу впав і вже немає ідей, Як повернути загублених в часі людей І це з середини тіло моє розриває, Намагаюсь врятувати те чого немає. Сірий дим сірих очей, непотрібних речей, Світло у вікні десь
Боляче Боже
Цей птах - сумний, трикрилий. Я наречу його бунтівником. Він з тих, що стежить самотні душі, За бравий сад і вічності окром. Як немовля позбувшись плоті, Як божевільний, я зайвий тут. Доле моя, я знову впеклі, Як