Words and music by Joseph Mohr & Franz Gruber Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin, mother and Child Holy Infant so tender
Překlad: Mercy Me. Tichá noc.
murda they don't know That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin' Wanna come fuck with me? Me bloody matey got me back so check
to dust We are the pirates, the pirates Yes we are the pirates, pirates [Chorus - 2x] [Verse - 2] Wanna come fuck with me? Me bloody matey got me back
, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me
of Notre Dame Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Clopin Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world Of vice and sin Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy
the quiet night Viewed from the wrong end of a telescope I see myself, so far below Still and silent, rest in peace The thread unravels such merciful
the quiet night Viewed from the wrong end of a telescope I see myself so far below Still and silent, rest in peace The thread unravels the merciful
I offer all I am For the mercy of Your plan Help me be strong, help me be, help me Breath of Heaven, hold me together Be forever near me, breath of
the blessings that my daddy said And later when kids was tucked in tight And the fire wadn't nothin' but a flickering light You oughta heard my mama sing Silent Night
ol' North Pole with eight mighty anxious reindeer and if Santa didn't get some help Christmas wouldn't come this year We need a Christmas Convoy this ain't no silent night
I'll cry tonight, night is the enemy Poisons the memory, martyrs it secretly Midnight comes too fast, it comes too silently The moon has no mercy now
, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend? * the sun to me is dark * * and silent as the moon * Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me
, I hide away from the light Still they smell my fear And they will hunt me like the animal I've been Cut, cut, cut, cut a hole in the night The voices
. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady Of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights
my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me
