Traducción: Saurom Lamderth. Trancos / Aragorn.
de nuevo rey, coronado por los hombres y en mi nombre. Yo forjare otra vez la espada rota. Y os guiare a la Cima de los Vientos. Luego Trancos se le
I'm locked inside A land called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
look back into my coffin cadillac. a possession of your soul. you hear only the devil's call in your trance, trance, trance, trance...
Sitting alone in the doghouse Thinking of you all the time (Sighing, crying) Sitting alone in the doghouse Thinking of you all the time (Sighing, crying
A summer day is gone Listen to the evening wind Singing tunes of tamarind Into the setting sun You lie in twilight sleep Dreaming colors deep Today all
get a little taste of life I try to stand it for a while But I'm in a trance Hey baby, tell me can't you hear me calling? I'm in a trance I take too
As years are passing by Silence becomes your friend You see the world in a different way Don't be afraid of getting old Life's still full of joy And the
In the dirty old city There is my home There's my home, there's my home There is my home Nothing really looks pretty And I've been alone I've been alone
Flying with the guys And my longing for fire Crying like last night The night which brings me higher In search of light Escape the night one day She'
Music :ulrich roth Instrumental
Crave communication See me, this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation Do you feel him, the cold vibration? 'Cause a man everywhere produce a
Yeah, well, I'd like to tell you something now For men who shows you Who's the furthest in the sky How can you lose your mind? How can you waste your
You're a rock 'n' roll star You're out of the charts Your glory's cold you're getting old But your life is rock 'n' roll Your crazy rock 'n' roll band
They don't know how old I am They found amour in my belly From the 16th century, conquistador, I think They don't know how old I am They found amour
I haven't left the house in going on three days The air in here is getting stale but I don't know if I can take Another violent jab at the panic button
Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand, Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land, The souls of my forefathers course through my veins
Locked and loaded one more time Seeing if you can read between my lines As I sing my lover by I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it's sit