Tercüme: Işık tutan kimse. Blunt Silah.
La femme-canon a des chagrins d'amour Elle aime un homme qui la dedaigne Et y a personne, personne aux alentours Qui la console ou qui la plaigne La femme
: I guess I could've sent a letter from the womb With words then meant more then updates on the phone The signals fading fast and the ink is running
J'attends l'ouverture du sasse. Je crois deviner quelqu'un qui se moque. Je l'ai mure a ma place. Confis debile, l'isrene des salas. J'attends l'ouverture
D'abord l'amour fou au premier rdv L'envie de se voir encore et encore Les sentiments s'installent, la vie devient banale On laisse parler les gens
I'm black and white. I'm the only person on this flight. The pilot is nowhere in sight but I've reached a destination nonetheless. I take a breath
Collapsing marble walls, foundations sway. Sturdy columns meet the ground. The last bridge falls to flame. Pray the strength of silk will save you
Hearth is cold and dark, heat fails and laughs lose luster. I can't breathe the air saps life from every falling spark. Trees are white and stark;
Look around. You'll see the lights are fading. The streets are dark and the moons not waning. The words that brought this night are on my lips. It
Can't wait until the summer, when I'm free of past and days to come. Cerulean day, encase my mind. In the sunlight I go numb. But just behind me creeps
There's a part of me that's waging war with what my ears are hearing. The sword Ive forged from molten heart, still crimson red and searing. This fight
Pacing along the shoreline, if only to pass the time, until the sun dissolves the stars and day breaks twilight from my eyes. Down in the harbor of
Don't fall asleep. I hear the echo in the halls begin to fade and I know it's all upon me. Now the night begins to call, I hear my name, and I know
La femme-canon a des chagrins d'amour Elle aime un homme qui la dedaigne Et y a personne, personne aux alentours Qui la console ou qui la plaigne La
I guess I could've sent a letter from the womb With words then meant more then updates on the phone The signals fading fast and the ink is running out
Stab your back, stab your back Stab your back, stab your back Well, you used to hang around on the rails, yeah You know they was your patch But there
i'm sick of this room and i'm sick of you i won't ever break there's only two of you there's two of me too you can't ever win why won't you die i've
If I can then I will twist this knife until it snaps at the hilt to make you feel this damage done is real. When will I recover from a wound that never