Пераклад: Джэм Караджа. Парку.
Пераклад: Delinquent Звычкі. Ла-Парку і страх.
Пераклад: Flaming чэрвеня. Парку.
Hey, does the sound just grate? Hey, well it's a bit too late, The mods look like Vulcans in parkas and flags, The mods look like Vulcans in expensive
Du brauchst jetzt nichts mehr sagen es ist genug ich mach die Tur von drau?en zu und wenn du Fehler machst gib ruhig mir die Schuld lass mich im Regen
God bless us everyone We're a broken people living under loaded gun And it can't be out fought, it can't be outdone It can't outmatched, it can't be outrun
This is not the end This is not the beginning, Just a voice like a riot Rocking every revision But you listen to the tone And the violent rhythm Though
We're back, move 50 cent Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna
When you were standing in the wake of devastation when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save
you, you're in London And you, you're still in love Fuck this, I'ma go out walking Rent a bike and make a few laps In Central Park in the dark Love
"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take
I'm stuck in this bed you made Alone with a sinking feeling I saw through the words you said To the secrets you've been keeping It's written upon your
mochiagete, tokihanashite mochiagete, tokihanashite mochiagete, tokihanashite mochiagete, tokihanashite
You say you're not going to fight Because no one will fight for you And you think there's not enough love And no one to give it to And you're sure you
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture
God save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hand Sins of our tongue Sins of our father Sins of our young
When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world Your instincts telling you to run Listen to your heart, those angel voices They'll sing to
I am not a pattern that we follow The pill that I'm on is a tough one to swallow I'm not a criminal not a role model Not a born leader I'm a tough
