'm just a fool for your love I'm a fool for your love, babe Yes, I'm a fool for your love Alright Yes, I am mama A fool for your love Your live is vicious
Bản dịch: Triumph. Fool For Your Love.
The meek shall inherit the earth That's what the bible says Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph David
wise If, if you can dream And not make dreams your master If you can think And not make intellect your game If you can meet with Triumph and disaster
like ices And fools that think I slip, you fuck around You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy On some I do or die shit, for real The price
against all wordly want and fear But you left your passion and your pain with your first love back in school You fool you fool In your penthouse high
) Phantom: (sudden loudness at first) Insolent boy/this slave of fashion/basking in your glory/Ignorant fool/this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph
Firmin- Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you! Andre- Can you bow out when they're shouting your
lurking in the shades of Thy creation Feared by most, hated by all, loved by none A destiny in solitude Pariah I am, rejected by my race I shall triumph
could proudly love and cherish For that's all I've ever asked for and been deprived of Not a tear for those of flesh Not a stayed hand for a world that
spoke of an angel . . . CARLOTTA (to herself, in triumph) Prima donna your song shall live again! ANDRE/FIRMIN (to CARLOTTA) Think of your public! CARLOTTA
I've been your victim, I've been your fool You terrorize, you break the rules I've had enough of your games I can't take it anymore Your pretty poison
a model For the young beginner They're completely enchanted But they don't take your qualities for granted It isn't very often That the critics
a substantial overlapping of different voices) ANDRE Your public needs you! FIRMIN We need you, too! CARLOTTA Would you not rather have your precious
like ices and fools that think I slip, you fuck around you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy on some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price
too wise. If you can dream And not make dreams your master If you can think And not make intellect your game If you can meet With triumph and disaster
Til your death, Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest I am the vest, we are sworn to protect This behavioural bomb rewritable radio songs "What station is your
