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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

    Przepraszam

    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...

    Flesh of your flesh

    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

    Sobotni wieczór, sobotnia noc

    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...

    Delusions

    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

    Can you hear me

    [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...