Tercüme: Sinead O'Connor. Blue daha koyu Biz İnsanlar.
a en faire des phrases, trop de pudeur trop de pudeur. refrain : On ne dit jamais assez aux gens qu'on aime Par peur de les gener Qu'on les aime On
(Curtis Mayfield) We people who are darker than blue Are we gonna stand around this town And let what others say come true We're just good for nothing
: Look how you've grown, it's etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits
: Speed kills coming down the mountain Speed kills coming down the street Speed kills with presence of mind and Speed kills if you know what I mean Got
: Heaven is a somewhere locked inside and I must find the key Wish I'd never locked the door Ordinary things in life are where this heaven likes to be
: Quante volte si dicono parole che vorresti subito cancellare e nascono barriere che non cadono piu ferendo chi ci ama come hai fatto tu. Quante volte
: To answer a question It'll probably take more If you're already there Well then you probably don't know Well we were the people That we wanted to
je prend des risques voila ou je crache fils voila ou je pisse rue du voisinage en couleur entre douleur et bonheur metissage un melange de valeur ou les reums sont au che-mar les
Look how you've grown, it's etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits make
God I wish that I could hide away And find a wall to bang my brains I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream... reality People ride about all day In
Nicaragua, Messico, Italia Fattore accomunante l'amore dissidente Di chi sta vicino ai suoi fratelli nonostante Esistano distanze lunghe quattro continenti
(Instrumental)
Speed kills coming down the mountain Speed kills coming down the street Speed kills with presence of mind and Speed kills if you know what I mean Got
gens Envoyons d'l'avant Envoyons d'l'avant nos gens Envoyons d'l'avant ! Envoyons d'l'avant nos gens Envoyons d'l'avant Envoyons d'l'avant nos gens Envoyons
I'm still down here. Drowning in caffeine. Carbonated and caustic. I'm scared to death of my TV. Ninety thousand screens over sixty cycle hum. High
[includes a fragment from I Don't Know If I Can Go Through This Again from Lumpy Gravy] We are the other people We are the other people We are the other
Heaven is a somewhere locked inside and I must find the key Wish I'd never locked the door Ordinary things in life are where this heaven likes to be