Hocico - Starving children
Tekst :
Be carefull walk on the line or it can bite your weak left side
You could think of going out or you could stay to see them dying
Silent bodies lie in the night, notorious the way they were killed
Sings of torture and violence, their fingers were cut from the hands
Starving children eating the air, time will give them some relief
Until hunger gives them an end, playing with happiness, they pretend
Red madness takes place in hell, the snakes will never talk again
They had never something to tell, the red vengeance will bring them pain
Eternal walkers of the land, one by one they pay the price
They have the sign in their hands, but they can t see beyond their heads
False passions shake, dreams dreaming of the past
Empty stomachs ache, sadness will ever last
Bitter colors surround our space, they paint dreams with sadness
Smiling plagues hit the race, apocalypse knights leave their trace
Inne utwory
Flesh of your flesh Nothing back Controversy Without a god Odio en el alma Depression Sad scorn Spirits of crime Temple of lies Winds of treason Possessed Ruptura Beings of reliefs Born to be (Hated) Hell on earth Losowe utwory
Moja dziewczyna jest słodka i dobra
Ma dwa zwierzątka: kotka i bobra
I do mnie żal, i to jest kwestia osobna,
Rozbieżność zdań, ona jest taka mała i bezbronna,
Ojej.
Pokażę jej kto ma co w spodniach,
Dziś w nocy jedziemy na dwa głosy,
Jesteśmy szczerzy dosyć:
Siedzę tu, mówię o niej, palę papierosy...
Nie pamiętam o co poszło...
Purify my flesh
anything would be cure
crucify this flesh
nail my skin to your bones
I wanna rest in your rest
I wanna bleed through your pores
I just wanna bleed
compel me to share a little of your hell
W przepoconych autobusach i tramwajach
Kolorowe kiecki dziewczyn zakwitają
W rękach chłopców pełne brzęku reklamówki
Sobotni wieczór, sobotnia noc
Usta dziewczyn kokieterią malowane
Oglądają je chłopaków oczy szklane
Z okien lecą flaszki i przeboje
Sobotni wieczór, sobotnia noc
Jakieś wino szybko obciągnięte w bramie
Jakiś biały, mocno poszarpany stanik
Wolno z rozbitego nosa kapie krew
Sobotni wieczór, sobotnia noc
W przepoconych autobusach...
I ve become one with the universe
I m controling the power of cosmos hoping to drive in space space!
Acid in space!
It takes me to another dimension relieving from reality
Living in a world of delusions these drugs keep me sane
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain t wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid...