see the shelter as the storm, Holding wind to keep you on, You are everything to me, this is why I have to leave, So sleep well my angel. Sleep well, my angel
Tłumaczenie: We Are The Fallen. Sleep Well My Angel.
see the shelter as the storm, Holding wind to keep you on, YOu are everything to me, this is why I have to leave, So sleep well my angel. Sleep well, my angel
you see the shelter as the storm, Holding wind to keep you on, YOu are everything to me, this is why I have to leave, So sleep well my angel. Sleep well, my angel
to do so you blowin' through top drop bumpin' the dub Y'all my niggas y'all my fallen angels and you livin' now what [Chorus] [Verse 2] Let me check the time on my
we're singing with the angels It's such a cold day Down here in hell And it's a long way Up there to heaven But it's okay 'Cause we're singing with the angels
the thickets Come the ghosts of his victims We love you, I love you And this will not hurt a bit 'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to glory
be there? it can never be the same. If we can take our lives slowly, step by step, we can be dancing in the rain, We can make it happen, we can make it
our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping though my hands [Incomprehensible] sleeping
?¦ 1200 hoboes? We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires and ride box-cars Town to town, we just write songs And plus we stay up
. What the hell's it to me, you still are what I think. Keep those pictures around just to stay awake. And we wait for winter, but no we wait forever
free us all - this so called "angel" has to fall! RAOUL: Angel of music, fear my fury - Here is where you fall! GIRY: Hear my warning! Fear his fury
ever my targets land Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my
my own I close my eyes and picture home on my block Livin' life is but a dream Hard times is all we see On my block Every block is kinda mean But on
But we all ask for divine reason, While still breathing, and until leaving. Who?, What?, When? Where?, How? But most of all why? God: Why what? Ras Kass: Do we
sick Then, little by little, it becomes delicious Showbiz people Always there to be interested in what you have say We are artists, we are sensitive and important We