Traducción: Sorrow grande. Espero.
what the ghetto done made me I put that on my father Tryna hope for tomorrow When I think that I can't, I envision Obama, I envision the diamonds, I envision
life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin' there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back
else to choose Back when I was young, my hope was strong But the time blew it all to hell If I thought I knew what was good for you I would have gone
I came across a wonder, vision came to be echos of its greatness, in our company wrote the pain in layers, a traveled spirit guide whisper in the rhythm
all day and I'm nearly done. I see by your gravestone you were only 19, You joined the great fallin' in 1916. Well I hope you died quick, and I hope
wisdom from a great old hymn They call me Whispering Bill Well today what I want to whisper is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice I got another
great old hymn They call me Whispering Bill Well today what I want to whisper is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice I got another letter from
Forever dying on the last Hours of dream Our god lost to ethereal visions The poison of deep The deepest sorrow I couldn't sleep Screaming for salvation and hope
you I?ll ever be Departing from a world of sorrow, basking in joy eternally But until you rapture me away, in you I?ll constantly hope And every day
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
And then when then I die I feel I shall say I have not understood I have not understood any of this My eyes are still coaldark I have not understood Around
I'm nearly done. And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in Nineteen-Sixteen. Well I hoped you died quick, and I hoped
I've sung Is growing old or dying young This earth is a grave, round and green A tomb of sorrow which I've seen A massive field we wander through Great
where I live And it's hard to do right when you feel negative I have no compassion I only know agression And there is nothing great about this opression People I
Here I sit at the fire Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul Here I drink alone and remember A graven life, the stain of her memory In this cup,
I am a brand new thing Oh, God make me stronger So I can wear the cross I'm weak, I've fallen down so many times I will bear the weight of sorrow And
know I'm betting I'm betting on Jesus I'm hoping, I'm hoping hell freezes I'm hoping, I'm hoping it just freezes the devil Get down on the devil Hey