Yeah, Paris, hey, La Fouine, bande d'enfoires, 78, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, La Fouine... [La Fouine] Reste en chien, Tu Veux nous faire un crom' mais tu
In a different place In another room The moment is near The night is generous Confident whispers, no words Warm hands speak The wall knows its paintings
One thousand ploughs my heart Grind on my spine Fields of flowers sun embraced Broken by the driven mass Smiling faces, laughing child No suffering from
Blew out the candlelight Brought the night to my house I invited it inside Let it conquer my mirror Read my books and laughed In a locked room I kept
Center my powers to release All the days gone wrong Rip them out from my memory Like pictures from a book I picked flowers between the rails Didn't hear
(dedicated to Abhinanda) A winteryear, five years before the future Just after the end of history There's a headless vulcano Couloring the sidewalk Its
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day
the sound of right now hides underground i know the story untold is better than gold i know so we try to explain name to the pain i know but it never
Bright as the wedding dress My future never was I'm not the man you used to bless I'm a man with heart of thorns. I'm an actor in life My scripts I dream
Traducción: Lash Out. Rappers mortos.
Traducción: Anoitecer. Amarrada Reign Augusth.
Traducción: TM Revolution. Arremetidas selvagens.
: the sound of right now hides underground i know the story untold is better than gold i know so we try to explain name to the pain i know but it never