Now you can put these dreams Up your big fuckin' asses The lies you tell we don't believe These children are your soldiers These guys follow your way
[originally by Queensryche] Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong
[J.B.:] They want their blood The blood of other innocents There's no more time to hope again Behind this war they know, nobody wins again Blood call
Which is the way you kill 'em? Which is the way you kill us? Why do you need this blood now? Why do you kill your son? Sometimes I want you death Another
Give me your idea, tell me your choice Don't tell me: "...right now, I follow the line" I don't believe in this world of lies We breathe old air, maybe
"... There's no freedom without laws In this land there's no control..." In the middle of Europe Once again they got destruction Revolts have failed....
Go! In this time of wars, revolts and counterevolution. When the world is hot, we feel the end of a period of exploitation. It's the time to scream,
Nobody, nobody, nobody can put him out of game: an injustice for the whole world...unless... somebody, somebody, somebody, at the risk of loosing his
You and your honesty: I don't care, is not real. Your hypocrisy is your only deal. Crash, you're going to crash: your end now is near. Crate, your life
Hey man, it's a deal! Look at your "scientific and sanctified" equilibrium between demand and supply: no food! Damaged goods in cover-market are unsaleable
The rot in the abysmal fire... To go to heaven... Alive and paralized in the our paradise. Paralized with fear, we trust mysticism, mind in agony: deception
Constantly, to be on a war footing and to be at war with someone, must seems to people simply a war. But wich war? The war that people realized is a war
Don't kill, don't die my friend. Your prison cell is your hell. My heart is true, I feel...you never, you never. My life is so close to your hate. You
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White huge statues, towers on the bather's heads, thermal baths, moonlight. Jokes of torches make the bath a place of pleasure and aggregation. Floods
The end of the Russian tragedy Became in 1917 here They cried for a lot of centuries They obtain the final victory [x2] Rescue them! Memory... Rescue
Bản dịch: Alexandra Y Monchy. Con Un Nudo En La Garganta.
Bản dịch: Bad Company. Untie The Knot.