ترجمه: مصطفی صندل. آتما هوا.
Do I know you from this cold life? Soulfulfilling love Colors like no one I feel I met you before this life I will find you I met you before I
Leaving behind traces of fear Shedding the soul, releasing pain Struggling within Creating binds Feeding the mind Believing lies Blind ignorance We'
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
I threw stones at your window The windows not broken and Nobody answers the phone I'm here on my own In this place No more love in the bedroom No more
[Madchild] Mental, torture chamber magnificent structure Swollen sculp dust surfing senses danger Spark this bats dangle in darkness Crept beneath
I'm in the schoolyard rhymin' with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah Vibe and took the beat and imaginin' how far The sound travel at the turn of the volume
I'm throwing rice at the girl that I love After she just said I do I'm throwing rice with a smile on my lips But my heart is breaking in two She was
Darlin' was a hit Started throwing punches She connects, never gets What she wants And she wants She's unhinged Swears now that was then Just a little
So call me a bitch in heat And I'll call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead There you go again you cut me off from talkin' You bask in
I called you, I told you I guess I always wanted you Is that stupid? I'm so untrue and that's too bad I can't stand I found a little squirrel A little
They took a picture and from this cold lightning living me through So I feel like an alarm clock, fire came from my mouth It's pushing me around and I
So we drive and we've driven ten thousand miles In our hometown, sink back into the driveway Which is Zen The head in the stars Or the body in the chair
Leave home blood becomes a foreign substance And see it as you let it dry, I forgive my nature or I'll be my saint I can always feel you in heaven living
Cry, baby, cry Make your mother sigh She's old enough to know better Cry, baby, cry The king of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the
Here's a crippled princess . . . The people would have died for her had she shown any goodness But behind her wheelchair she kept all that she needed
I never could see anyone besides you Believe it or not (probably not) A feeling Sight scent sense sound touch taste you One time sight mind touch you
