240 Years Before Your Time
But there is one voice that has never been heard before,
The voice of old Mr. World himself,
The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own language.
Mr. World, how was this wonderful orderly Earth of ours formed in the first place,
And how long has it been going on?
I am the Earth, the planet you call home.
Scientists believe I am at least four and a half billion years old.
I’m Still Crying
I'm still crying One final touch of your hand But I just don't understand You're out of sight, out of mind Not out of my heart The memory of a kiss I sit back and reminisce How
Демоны бились на дне Радуги
Твоя любовь во мне играет так Что стынет любовь не понимаю как Но до сих пор держу себя в руках Последний вздох, ты свёл меня с ума. Я не могу сказать тебе: "Постой!" Не сложный
Well I stood stone like at midnight Suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair till it was just right And commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the
All Hands Against His Own
He found all hands against his own, He found all eyes were lookin' down, And the sun had left and gone, All his friends could not be found, Don't talk about, don't think about