on the generator No good food in my frigidator, damn And I'm late for work Don't that sound bad, horrible, no inspiration, no goals I know it sound like
Sounds Of Pain... The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk. The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm. Home: I give melancholy.
give melancholy. Room: of alloyed grief. Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines. The footprints blanket ignores to feel, Alive with the sounds of the pain
ترجمه: T - PAIN. به نظر بد.
on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible No inspiration No goals I know it sound like
: [Instrumental]
unhappiness and the no love... The great problem to breathe, He is to want the impossible, Making possible only Another sigh that he propagates you to lashes the pain
: Kissing the Mountain range, The prairies daughter Of the Buitreras and Guaiquillo. The drains veins of the orchards on the Cultivated field were opened
: La antigua calma que inunda mi rostro, Me ha dejado postrado bajo la lluvia... Negndome a las sonrisas del sol, En soledad hasta saciar, Charcos de
the only one who can set myself free So I'm takin' off this pain you put on me Yeah, I'm the only one who can set myself free So I'm takin' off this pain
Called human being It is a shield of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger instead I bite the pain
love -- Come over here It hurts you if it likes hold on tight and bite your pillow These late nights and these fireflies ignite and light your silhouette A little pain
