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Janelas Do Tempo

The windows of time are frozen Where are the teardrops going Another heartbeat is slowing Plain as day, something is broken And the wheels inside my head

How far we can take the crown. With a look through centuries. We turn the page, with weapons of rage. It's an enslaving machine. Slowly we exterminate

Traducere: Ipocrizie. Prin fereastra de timp.

Quand la joie me fait la gueule, Que je n'veux pas rentrer chez moi, Je remonte en titubant la rue d'Courcelle pour alle dormir chez Lola. Son corp

vestito piano piano viene via Oggi finalmente sono tuo, tu sei mia Cose del passato recuperate in un como Pezzi di una festa che passo Fatti del mio tempo