Překlad: Philko, Johnny. Jedna noc Stromy.
Překlad: Trollech. Pod Stromy Chladný Stín.
Pod stromy chladny stin - Trollech Zelene kapradi - Trollech Tmava kura, silne koreny - Trollech So?ky na?ich bohu - Trollech Lesni pismo Sylf - Trollech
Khoad Dair silou tak pevnou sr?i Khoad Nion v okovech sily jsou svazane Khoad Ailm rozhodnuti sva dukladne zva? Khoad Phegos moudrost i um pr?i Stromy
Everything is falling apart, yes, I am Watching me watch birds watch people Watching me watch birds watch people I wear my bow tie to bed 'Cos I'm waiting
I got close to your skin while you were sleeping I taste the salt on your hands I reached out to touch you, the morning light disarms you Won't you let
A green plastic watering can For a fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans
Here we go again, I kinda want to be more than friends So take it easy on me, I'm afraid you're never satisfied Here we go again, we're sick like animals
I've been here looking dynamite Alone against the wall Girls like you give it all so cold Talking cheap in a bathroom stall And look so smooth, you better
There you go messing with my mind I am usually better when I lie There I go, stuck inside a shell And you're living on the other side, a lovers carousel
Play me down my lover Like we're undercover Like we're in a fresh veneer Like all the girls and boys in school Our anticipation And our bad behaving
I've been searching for days now I've found something I lost On a holy roller channel asking me what's the cost On a couch in a cold room Pouring salt
Everybody's telling everybody off It's the last thing I wanna hear You've been killing me for days and days it seems But the truth is the thing I fear
When we were in our youth We had dreams that we could fly We had friends that weren't visible And love that never died And as we grow old and felt the
I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
Well, once I was a lover With beautiful long brown hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When I walk down any street Men would stop and stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
When you're a young man, down and out You really need someone to help you out It looks like life or death is your only choice It's really hard to see