viernes, 27 de julio de 2012
domingo, 18 de marzo de 2012
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
we can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me
we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends
we'll wish this never ends
From Yesterday-
He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the world
For a fortune queen
But it's hard to amend
How it ends and
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
Fighting off the world all around he can pay attention
On a mountain, a city, not a gold, nor blood
He can learn, see the life that it turn
From the count to the one
He's decided when he's done with the air
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world) 
sábado, 18 de febrero de 2012
Ed Sheeran
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries.
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Or angels to die
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries.
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Or angels to die
domingo, 12 de febrero de 2012
The man who sold the world
We passed upon the stair,we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there,he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone,a long long time ago
Oh no,not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,and made my way back home
I searched for form and land,for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here
We must have died along,a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Although I wasn't there,he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone,a long long time ago
Oh no,not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,and made my way back home
I searched for form and land,for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here
We must have died along,a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012
Ohne dich...
Ich werde in die Tannen geh'n Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt geseh'n Doch der Abend wirft ein Tuch auf's Land Und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand Und der Wald der steht so schwarz und leer Weh mir, oh weh Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, ohne dich! Mit dir bin ich auch allein, ohne dich! Ohne dich zähl' ich die Stunden, ohne dich! Mit dir stehen die sekunden, Lohne nicht! Auf den Ästen, in den Gräben Ist es nun still und ohne Leben Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer Weh mir, oh weh Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, ohne dich! Mit dir bin ich auch allein, ohne dich! Ohne dich zähl' ich die Stunden, ohne dich! Mit dir stehen die sekunden, Lohne nicht, ohne dich! Ohne dich! Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer Weh mir, oh weh Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, ohne dich! Mit dir bin ich auch allein, ohne dich! Ohne dich zähl' ich die Stunden, ohne dich! Mit dir stehen die sekunden, Lohne nicht, ohne dich!
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