Vertaling: Hels. Il Passagio / The Ends Of Hell.
Vertaling: Infernal (Braziliƫ). Il Passagio / The Ends Of Hell.
Verse 1: I can hear that rooster crowing down the road, I felt my eyes open up real slow and I looked around making sure I hadn't checked out. Because
Firefly, can you see me? Shine on, glowing, brief and brightly Could you imagine? One summer day That same night be on your way Do you remember? Hearts
Here I lay, still and breathless Just like always, still I want some more Mirrors sideways, who cares what's behind Just like always, still your passenger
I can see it in his eyes, oh, I And he's been avoiding me all day It seems as though he wants to cry, oh, I And he's been acting really strange He starts
Would you look at what came down the road today Wanting me to be one more mistake to make A bridge to burn to get to someone knew Pass me by if you're
of passage for the everyman To a higher ground To a brighter light To a promised land You can feel the power Of the master's hand It's a rite of passage
The storm clouds rise no light in the sky And my loved ones have gone and left me There's glory divine it's riches are mine He tells me no burdens pass
Das wird nie vorbei sein auch wenn wir uns trennen weil wir diese Liebe nie vergessen können. Kommen graue Tage wird in unsern Träumen ganz
I am the passenger and I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah the bright and hollow sky You know
When there is light from up above Then there will come a sacred dove To the basement, to the basement When there is fear you won't have to cry Napkins
I feel cold, facing the darkness The light's gone away Deep in his castle, he said All land'll be mine There's one thing for sure The triumph of shadow
I look out my window What do I see The old grinder selling Sawdust balls with a moth-eaten parrot And he plays Watch the children play on Paradise Passage
A score of years this line has run Above the crests that drown the sun A mile high the turbines turned The stokers sweat the monkeys burned I will carry
We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide The compass of decision falls always on one side But many went before us and still the cries
Night hangs on the city like a blanket on a cage A sacrifice prepared Laughter lies on faces where the sun has never shone The fear of life is strong
Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the