no one knows The evening sun is dripping fire And tears are burning into your side Walk through to this side Walk through to this side Walk through to this side
Пераклад: Screaming Trees. Шпацыр па гэты бок.
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the
of the trees Engulfed by the darkness, I feel them touching me In your mind their is a dark side As fantasy becomes your darkest fear Terrified you begin running through
to rain screams of terror Are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his
for living? Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage? For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk. Let the blind see end the deaf hear
my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day As I walked through the enchanted forest I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms I felt compelled to walk
[Verse 1] Pitch black red clay screams echo from the trees kudzu covers every living thing and dead folks seen down by the side of the road voodoo chants
won't be long This body doesn't belong to you (I know) This body never belonged to you (I know) This body doesn't belong to you (I know) This body never
entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized, just to be shot and scalped on the other side, rival those of the Spanish Inquisition. Today, I see street corner preachers screaming
section, wearing a black dob I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club A nigga buzzed off this
'88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk
mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [The Game] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk
fly, dope boys drive them S5's, come smoke and get the best high, who the fuck said the west died, you dead, this the left side, I will Heckler & Koch
forgot my purse With all this stress--I must confess This could be worse than PMS BRIDGE: This job ain't worth the pay Can't wait 'til the end of the
thing An' ever since I first came round Side by side, we'd throw down We came here to this here place To serve you all right to your face Because this