Traducere: Negura Bunget. De Rece Singie.
I'm missing a piece of the puzzle, And this time I know, we're in trouble. You got me spinning in circles And wondering where did the love go. You
So you think I'm alone? But being alone's the only way to be When you step outside You spend life fighting for your sanity This is a cold war You better
Damn, I want my baby back It's so cold without her, cold without her She's gone now I'm alone, no one to hold on 'Cause she was the only one and I know
Oh, sinning is a gentilized journey Take Jesus as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and saintly Without Him walking by your side And when you
Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin' be treated this old way, this old way And I ain't goin' be treated this
I'm a product of America Walls to the prisons Cold metal [Incomprehensible] Tractors caught me working We sin, how we, how we sin Cold metal, cold
I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you're my every dream Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past
Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride
Fly like the eagle Fly like the eagle Fly... Squeegee Ah, you got it When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave You know the nitty-gritty never
I'm on the corner waiting for a light to come on That's when I know that you're alone It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground Special unspoken
Lying on my back on a railway Looking at the sky and its full moon In the back of my head I feel the rumbling wheels Shaking my memories It's getting
Das Wasser trA¤gt Dich nicht Wirst Du untergehen ? Die KA¤lte scheint für Dich nicht mal wahrnehmbar zu sein Kein Blick zurück Und alles hinter
Cold December nights like this make me really scared You're not really there And my tree is really bare Another lonely night No gifts, no toys underneath
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
In the middle of the summer I'm not sleeping, cold wind blowing In the middle of the night They try to find me but I'm still driving If you're going
I gotta make a phone call to my best friends I gotta let them know that I'm leaving Everything behind me and politely I don't wanna hurt their feelings
Come to me, run to me, do and be done with me Cold, cold, cold Don't I exist for you, don't I still live for you Cold, cold, cold Everything I possess
