es triste porque es clandestino. [Estribillo] Clandestinos, cuando el amor esta oculto, es injusto resistir la represalia y el insulto. clandestinos
Prevod: Yuri. Skrivne ljubezni.
atraparla En un angulo del tiempo Un encuentro sin salida Que me deja sin aliento Ciega y sin iniciativa Peregrino por las noches a tu hotel Entre sombras amor clandestino
When your days get lonely (days get lonely) When your nights get cold (nights get cold) When the rain starts pouring (rains starts pouring) When your
Dark clouds of chaos Summons the king of fear Forces of Agharthi come forth Behold the Sumerian tears The abbey of dark where Awaiting the stormy sea
Step inside yourself and emerge Enter a realm of worlds There is more behind, more to find You're living through eyes so blind Embedded in hollowness
(Lyrics & Music: Andersson) Excruciating sickness the reprisal of your sins you stand and weep incurable sides infecting all parts of your skin you feeble
(Lyrics by hakansson; Music: Andersson) The awakening of the gods the rising of the souls here I lie tied to my bed awaiting the coming of ghouls I close
Una furtiva lagrima Negli occhi suoi spunto: Quelle festosee giovani Invidiar sembro. Che piu cercando io vo? M'ama, lo vedo. Un solo instante i
Yes, you thought you had a good thing, baby You could do what you wanted to do Yes, but you'd better find you another thing, baby Because this thing is
Brown skin in the kitchen, China white washrag And the dollars on the table, keep it quiet, quiet They come and go through the back door Who's keepin
Clandestinely Exhumed After Midnight A Cryptic Autopsy Is Being Performed The Corpse Is Lied On The Gravestone Semi-Decomposed And Deformed Inexpert
(J. Hamel) Walking past one, Do you want to try for Ottawa? Let's keep heading north, Where the sun doesn't boil. Five blocks past falling, Bricks and
(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel) I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have
(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making ready for a run. Four hundred men