The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair That
Vertaling: Los Lobos. Het Woord.
: The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair
The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair
Let the calm, calm blue waters through Wash your soul, passing right through you Like the smallest rose out of the hardest ground Like a tiny hand reaching
Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived Predictably
: Let the calm, calm blue waters through Wash your soul, passing right through you Like the smallest rose out of the hardest ground Like a tiny hand