's time to leave the fields Behind us, behind us, behind us In silence, in silence In silence, in silence In silence, in silence In silence
I think you got a low self opinion man I see you standing all by yourself Unable to express the pain of your distress You alienate yourself And everybody
They put the treasure deep inside us Inside us, inside us They thought the desert would divide us Divide us, divide us With silence They filled our hearts
Bản dịch: Low. In Silence.
: (Chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu
(Chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not
silence They filled our hearts and hands with violence With violence, with violence It's time to leave the fields behind us Behind us, behind us In silence
Day in and day out, Watch them scream, watch them shout, Through the silence, through the silence. Give them ears, give them eyes, Give some point to
long on the outside Desperate plans make sense in a low life A looking in view too long on the outside Desperate plans make sense in a low life These
what you're talkin' about, drop science Every chance you get, hit direct and indirect, speak in code 'Cause you're never alone that's why I use this low
I sit up, look back It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak,
bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo You niggas wanna be low When I'm on the east
Deeper than every ocean, deeper than every river That?s what your presence brings to me Revealing the words I listen, seeing you in my silence Learning
Deeper than every ocean Deeper than every river That?s what your presence brings to me Revealing the words I listen Seeing you in my silence Learning
If I could have laid low, I would be creeping round the streets, Avoiding all the busy main roads, And keep an ounce of dignity, And if I could have stayed
like they did once before and there is not a sound from beyond the castle walls the bell has stopped and only silence is heard and the peasants outside
Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome, I could cry I've never seen a night
I wasn't looking, so how could I see the light I learned to live with the empty silence In my nights Mindlessly drifting through pain And through pleasure
