Traducción: Valente, Caterina. Venha para a Itália com A {Little a partir do prisma filme Greve 'bonjour.
Traducción: Somente só. Prisma.
Traducción: Ultrageno. Prisma.
Eres dominio de presentes Marte Amarte es matar a Venus y orbitar Llanto Naces adentro Sacudeme Y traeme de vuelta Llanto Exprime el centro Prisma
verdad Eres dominio de presentes Marte Amarte es matar a Venus y orbitar Llanto Naces adentro Sacudeme Y traeme de vuelta Llanto Exprime el centro Prisma
There's a white prism with phony jism Spread across it's face And the soulful convicts forever interred Lose the smile across their faces The smile that
Lo pude mirar en tus ojos ayer, estabas tan lejos, no habia que decirlo, tu prisa era un ave queriendo volver y dejar cielo atras los ratos vividos.
soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism
In a dream I saw you taking control Treading lightly upon my soul It's the pain that makes me want to call your name When I wake up to another day I know
Do you hear the cries those tear the silence of night Cries of forgotten souls, signed by a painful life. In search for the real truth, the ancient spirits
My life's been holding it's weight Beneath a blackened sky So hard I've worked just for the dreams to pass me by Now when the time is right for me to
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I am hunted by the future, will the future be my past? Or is time a fade out picture of my everlasting cast? Love is phasing, love is moving to the rhythm
When the winter rains come pourin' down On that new home of mine, Will you think of me and wonder if I'm fine? Will your restless heart come back to
I'm submerged in filth, fragmented chaos In chrysalis state i await my birth Thoughts and memories proceed to haunt me Soon all these fragments will
La prisa mata que si no vives la vida no tienes nada de na la prisa mata que el que solo traga olvida masticar Baile al wawanco dance de la ciudad cambia
I am hunted by the future Will the future be my past? Or is time a fade out picture Of my everlasting cast? Love is phasing Love is moving To the rhythm
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