El ácido en las flores crea unos colores encrespados, enloquecidos.
Eso sucede cuando a una lluvia ácida le sucede una lluvia de flores,
de calas,
de jacintos.
De lirios
de calas,
de jacintos.
Eso sucede cuando a una lluvia ácida le sucede una lluvia de flores,
de calas,
de jacintos.
De lirios
de calas,
de jacintos.
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Tushant, c'est pour toi.
las letras mínimas
Es el final
de esta línea de esta marea en él
alguien recojerá en la playa
la desesperacion las piedras el horror, sus inquietantes caricias que quedaron;
alguien que los vio alguna vez.
Y un siniestro cielo en el cielo
dará por terminada larguísima noche.
Ella, hacia el este, también se cansó;
El tiene una suerte extraña.
Cada vez que la escucho, entrás por mis oídos, y vas a parar quién sabe a qué lugar.
Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is
Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depend's on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing
If I could stay...
Then the night would give you up
Stay...and the day would keep its trust
Stay...and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satelite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you
If I could stay...
Then the night would give you up
Stay...then the day would keep its trust
Stay...with the demons you drowned
Stay...with the spirit I found
Stay...and the night would be enough
Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground
Si yo pudiera quedarme, nada de ácidos, nada de venenos.
Paul.
eodd
cada vez menos
cada vez más
pronto brindaremos
por vidas mejores
y los ángeles golpearán el suelo.
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