El arte del engaño resulto ser tu mejor don, Y no digas que no, lo conoces a la perfección, Conocí que es el perdón en nombre
The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn Back
Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours When you leave nothing you care about
Just ride those notes and all that sand again You'll find the same will of spreading our wings upon this graceless land The sea continues to break on
We, in this blowing of time We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground With no more poetries to cry We're still here without a place
Lights beyond everfalling drops From a timeless rail leaves a train to the stars Blue of sad tunes filtering the door Introducing the loveless down Emptied
There in those tears where I had to leave you drowning My pearl, you went to face the most cruel of my gifts And now I'm here to face the cold of what
Hey you creature who came from the night Why do I feel the need to lose myself deep in your eyes? Is it the same reason for your face tells of a cry?
I saw your daydream shattering to countless flakes of falling snow They were bright as stars, and each of them were a magic wish to come true But sometimes
A necrofilia da arte Tem adeptos em toda parte A necrofilia da arte Traz barato artigos de morte Se o lennon morreu, eu amo ele Se o marley se foi, eu
el dia pintandote Y que dificil es limpiar el aire de tu piel Pintar es mas que amar Pintar es crearte Es hacer de ti una obra de arte Tengo tu imagen
has changed Your room's rearranged Someone's been sleeping inside And the curtains closed On all your windows To block out the fried chicken sign Roll on, Arte
puedan decir que nos vieron El secreto siempre es confidencial. No hay dudas, ni miedo. Son los besos del arte de amarte Besos del arte de amarte Besos del arte
una libreria per sentirsi un uomo libero non ti senti societa e tanto misera l'arte e cuore e verita lo so da sempre L'arte ha un povero dio somebody
considerando che son gia le tre di notte Cena macrobiotica, le tue labbra miele, fragole, coltrane? la pioggia Sto imparando lentamente l' arte della
Mode, sintetiche sirene Nuovi archetipi di statiche avventure Noi schiavi di estetiche passioni Stretti in un dada di plastiche volutta Come le rose
Gazte bat drogaz hiltzen da atrakoak, hilketa terrorista bat denak, denak, paperetan daude zu atrapatu arte zu burgues madarikatua ez duzu inoiz
mettono in disparte sono impiegato dell'arte. Do lezioni: non ho scampo, col suonare non ci campo e produco in grande parte nuovi impiegati dell'arte