We look far in the quiet But we never see Turn my eye deep inside But we never say The spirits fades Our fortune from blood Of the enemy Nestin' up in
c?est « tortue sort de ta carapace » Dans l?entree une musique, un vieux Francoise Hardy, Au salon y?a le cercle que j?ai le mardi Aux timides anonymes
mon coeur apres l'avoir u en pierre pour ma famille, je suis chez les melancoliques anonymes chez les melancoliques anonymes -merci beaucoup said. merci
Refrain : Juste quelques rimes Hommage legitime Aux anonymes Pour qui honneur et prime Sont rarissimes A ceux qui savent dire « Assez » A ceux
(Studio money) This song is for them times that I made u cry n this song it's cause I want u to know that I(I) I(I) I... I love u... (whyd u had-) [x2
Here I am again by myself in this room And I stare at the ceiling like the others The door closed, the light out, the window open The blinds shudder from
Loss of all control Here's the new rock show Forget what you know because we are here to rock you
don't know... You think... but you don't know... No, no you don't know... To you...it doesn't matter that I exist You don't even know my name Anonymous face... anonymous
to the top. well life of drug, it takes control, digging deeper into a hole. I'm in so deep that i can't get out ..???... what it's all about I wanna be anonymous
gotta be anonymous? I wanna know, I gotta know Your name, Your name, Your name Why you gotta be anonymous? [BRIDGE] What's your name? Anonymous Where you at? Anonymous
catch, to catch that fly but i don't know why, why she swallowed that lie she wants to be anonymous i sign anonymous she wants to be like everybody else i sign anonymous
You and me are moulded by things Well beyond our acknowlegment We are molded by things beyond You and me are shaped by some things Well beyond our acknowledgement
gotta save me Take away the temptation Wake me up when its over Oh yeh, you've gotta talk me down Talk me down I'm calling Lovers Anonymous I'm calling Lovers Anonymous
You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked He knows
ago We are not anonymous The faceless burials are over They can see us now The fines of freedom - Redrawn Held to our curse We are not anonymous Not
Fordítás: Jackson, Alan. Away In A Manger (Anonymous / John T. McFarland / James R. Murray).
Fordítás: Anonim. Óvakodj az Rampsack.