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Abadon

Traducere: They Might Be Giants. Mosh Momken Abadon.

: Vete La noche vela su magia en la esquina de una avenida de esta gran ciudad El viento enfria mis huesos mientras pienso en tu mirada que son mi avatar

: Siempre he estado buscando una hoguera que me abrace y me queme desde afuera sin embargo el camino es tan largo y la paciencia es mi enemiga pero

Your sentry-men fall behind Your sentry-men fall behind You're wasting my time Like mini crosswords do You're breaking the line You just tripped over

Brain to head, what is that for? Vein to vein, torn and sore Carpet so thick and worn Blanketed, dark, and warm Calm yourself, calm yourself Blood's

Toss it away Into the water Toss it away Into the fire Some minor thought fell from the sky Nobody wants that either Paper model plane glued to your

I feel my head goin' down again You disappear from the foreground I'm unaware which way is down You disappear (There's some strange shape in the sky

wind Protect, embrace, engulf Remember the summer in Abaddon Protect, enslave, in love Remember the summer in Abaddon (We're too late) Protect, embrace, engulf Remember, the summer, in Abaddon

(instrumental)