Time stand still, as we see the picture Of a man who takes what is not his Leaving in his way a broken woman And a man who hates enough to kill One
Unser Wille und unser Weg Der MIttelfinger zeigt euch wie ich euch sehe Unsere Liebe und unser Hass sind kontrovors, Wir bieten jedem was Kein leichter
Al final con el tiempo las heridas se van olvidando la nostalgia ilumina con otra luz te extrano sabes que te quiero que habria dado todo para hacerte
[Music: M.Hasse and O.Wiebel / Lyrics: M.Missy] Helping hands Guiding hands Trust's a feeling warm as life itself Masterplan A leading man All minds
(Traditional) When will we be married, Molly, when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed? When will we be married, Molly, when will we
C'etait pas la peine, c'etait pas la peine de m'envoyer jour apres jour des roses avec des mots d'amour C"etait pas la peine, c'etait pas la peine de
Who keeps on trusting you When you've been cheating And spending your nights on the town And who keeps on saying that he still wants you When you're through
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be
It's not some heavy hand from up above that make you late Recall how that night was spent Forget a friendly fate The world perspectives blurred Connect
Everyday is just a day To sing your praises Everyday is just a day To give you glory So while the faithless fret When destruction comes Where they
All my life I've been taught how to think And feel. Had preconceived ideas before Experiencing anything for real. My parents, Schools, and peers made
I'm setting the stage for the things I love And I'm now the man I once couldn't be Nothing on earth could now ever move me I now have the will and the
My stubborn will at last has yielded I would be thine and thine alone And this prayer my lips are bringing Lord, let in me thy will be done CHORUS Sweet
Morire come lo vidi morire, di primavera in un chiaro mattino, Fiori di campo profumo di vita, ma sora Morte gia gli stava vicino. Fare la guerra come
All that empty silence once the doors are let Easy words and music that you won?t forget A lifetime of exceptions and a Year of clothes The vacuum on