Leva dva, pochodem vchod AA? peklem zni dunA?ni okovanych bot My ne?ijeme na zemi, povolaly nas sily pekla My ?ijeme v pekle, kdy? se nas macecha ZemA
Překlad: Kořen. Rootanùv pochod.
Your hair is so dark, it's curls are as dancing flames of black fire Allah created you just for us to admire I doubt that you're the only one like you
All the people look so beautiful While they're marching in the gay parade They make friends with trees and animals They gather up all the countries flags
There's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war coming on the radio, I heard
Just a few old memories Slipped in through my door Though I thought I had closed it So tightly before, I can't understand it Why it should bother my mind
Please don't make my wedding dress I'm too young to marry yet Can you see my pocket knife? You can't make me be a wife How the world just turns and turns
Smoke is rising from the houses People Burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without
( Traditional ) Just a closer walk with Thee Grant it, Jesus, is my plea Daily walking close to Thee Let it be, dear Lord, let it be I am weak and Thou
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I am adding And subtracting
Ich bin der Musikant mit Taschenrechner in der Hand Ich addiere Und subtrahiere Kontrolliere Und Komponiere Und wenn ich diese Taste drück Spielt
Joke For laughin' hunger It's what the people resign to You picked And now you're stuck with her Digesting something you don't want The powers are Cancelling
[ Verse 1 ] Stuck in-between heaven and misery Piece by piece you take the best of me You have a way of making me believe this beautiful illusion of
Oh oh, yeah yeah yeah Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love I'm praying for a girl to be my
She kills, with foreign films The emptiness of day to day And I wait until the weekend comes So I can clear this uselessness from my brain I count the
Come for me I can feel your body Pressed against my body Wrap yourself around me Love to feel you throbbin' Throb Throb Throb I can feel your body Pressed
It's love.... Do you really know the truth We hear it from the mouths of youth You must aim above the stars To make it further than you are [Chorus
I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat
