(Instrumental)
O mistress mine Where are you roaming? O stay and hear Your true loves coming That can sing both high and low Trip no further pretty sweeting Journeys
Baroshekar aador meke Bheshe elam sagor theke Baleer toteh notun disha Adar theke alor mesha Batash bhara bhalo basha Ke kandare baicho toree aral
Lately, lately I've seen you in your dream Lost in a clouded mind Held down by all the things that seem so real The world you can't leave behind You'
Nothing new left to say Can be heard Nothing helps me find my way Empty words No more will I question why What we feel Nothing left to make me try
Feeling cuts me like a knife and who's to say If we've everything in life we find our way And there's nothing I have found nothing more But in the space
If I were never to leave you If I were always alone If I were never to see you If I could set the sun If I could set the sun Keep movin? Keep changin
The Seal of Prophesy Between the darkness and the light Everyone must choose Universal blues Wisdom is the key To the heart of the Prophesy Seal of Prophesy
They've incorporated their culture and their values into the city and they've enriched the city both like, from uh, you know work ethic and you know the
NA?o fique triste quando eu me apagar vais partir da vida escura veja a lua veja a lua subindo tomando o seu lugar ondas de tristeza para apre.. para
You see me walk You see me fall You touch the tears upon my face I taste your words I smell you fear I feel your bitter sweet embrace Nothing mentioned
Every Australian should be able to, uh, Keep their culture together by using, exercising all these elements of today's reality. And that reality is development
You see me walk You see me fall I think there's gonna be a backlash against technology. You know, and I don't know what's gonna cause it. I hope it
Walked away... Heavier than footsteps drawn across the glade I flew all night, couldn't get in Rained all night, all soaked to the skin Walked away...
Breeding stool pigeons, I can't take it Breeding stool pigeons, I can't take it I saw two gunmen. I saw them who had weapons, black masks, black trenchcoats
Now I often talk of my heart How can I turn to the dark And the swaying silence I see, is nothing I can hold on to You can?t breathe if I hold you tight
Indians Part : Vocal percussion Calo language (gipsies language) Part : Ya no malmite nadi Second Indian part : Sa da pa ma pa da Ga ma pa ma pa da