[Originally by Marc Cohn] Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring
Pas de pays sans paysans Pas de regions sans ci ... Marc repic : Pas de ci pas de ca Sans souci ou sans cela Pas de fumee sans feu Pas d?idee sans etre
asleep on your couch And cry in front of you for the first time you were the best platform from which to jump Beyond myself what was wrong with me Dear marc
la sortie les miniruffs taxaient les glaces a la vanille Desormais c'est la crise, dans la rue les gens gisent On piste les traces du Christ quand
Překlad: Witt, Marcos. Kristus není mrtvý.
Překlad: Witt, Marcos. Kristus je můj Pán.
deberes que desilusion no puedo ser lo que tu quieres se me hace que me ves con los ojos al reves (Bis 2) Sera que ya me tienen marcado o talvez mi
: (Con Christian) Ton-to..joder con el ninato, va!ah nonono,perdon perdon, Calla de una puta vez, calla,puta,cabron,muerete Jamas llegue a pensar lo
the third. To Julia Parker. Hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands? Martini with his forty ounce in hand. To Jai Dods, and his son Christian. I gotta
: [Originally by Marc Cohn] Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring
paint the night sky red With the blood of god's angels We piss on the tormented souls Of religious believers We rape the Virgin Mary To create an Anti-Christ
monument of war thrilled by the stench of christian blood mother earths men march the power of darkness glows in their blackened eyes the lies of christianity
But kneel to that cross on the wall. See the roof fall, hear the bells crash As flesh and bone turn to ash Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian