L'Ame Immortelle lyrics
L'Ame Immortelle lyrics
"In The Heart Of Europe Lyrics"
Pop Lyrics
Tienes talento, cultura, manos bonitas y estudias frances. Cantas, actuas y pintas, escribes poemas, todo lo haces bien. Has nacido artista lo se Se
Tienes talento, cultura, manos bonitas y estudias frances. Cantas, actuas y pintas, escribes poemas, todo lo haces bien. Has nacido artista lo se Se
Our landscape raped by different armies
Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and lives completely
Our minds are torn, time left its traces
Controlled by TV screens and letters
That point out assimilation
To trends and movements from outside
Fall victim to this infiltration
Here i
Silence Lyrics
silence tel que ce qui fut avant jamais ne sera plus par le murmure dchir d'une parole sans pass d'avoir trop dit n'en pouvant plus jurant de ne se
n the heart of Europesilence tel que ce qui fut avant jamais ne sera plus par le murmure dchir d'une parole sans pass d'avoir trop dit n'en pouvant plus jurant de ne se
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x2)
No room for individuality
Grey masses who think one way only
More like robots through the streets
In our thinking we stand lonely
Once a land of art and culture
Now slave to streams f
Der KNigsjodler Lyrics
Neilich beim Schimmewirt falleri - is ma wos passiert - fallera hams ma in Huat einegsoacht faller-i war boid dawoacht. Do hob i in Disch einighaut
rom outsideNeilich beim Schimmewirt falleri - is ma wos passiert - fallera hams ma in Huat einegsoacht faller-i war boid dawoacht. Do hob i in Disch einighaut
Our nation's culture, doomed and dying
Like a candle's fading light.
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x2)
Our landscape raped by different armies
Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and
Glass Spider Lyrics
Up until one century ago there lived, In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country A glass-like spider. Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons
lives completelyUp until one century ago there lived, In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country A glass-like spider. Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons
Our minds are torn, time left its traces
Everybody's just consuming
What the media's dictating
And they all have just forgot
The joy that is to creating
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x3)