
Dj Sammy - Everybody hurts
Tekst :
(Feat. Nyah)When your day is long
And the night is yours alone
When your day is long
And the night
And the night is yours alone
When you think you ve had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don t let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes
If you re on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
when you think you ve had too much
Of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Hold on
When your day is night alone
Hold on
If you feel like letting go
Hold on
If you re sure you ve had enough
Of this life
Well hold on
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Filthy hands to famished mouths
Third world squalor, inhuman conditions.
Death stalks the have nots through depravation.
Open sewers, polluted water, monoxide consumes the air.
Crowded into shanty structures.
Born into a nightmare.
Starvation and execution.
Starvation and execution.
Scavenging in garbage piles, emaciated, malnourished.
Most turn...
Death stalks the have nots through depravation.
Open sewers, polluted water, monoxide consumes the air.
Crowded into shanty structures.
Born into a nightmare.
Starvation and execution.
Starvation and execution.
Scavenging in garbage piles, emaciated, malnourished.
Most turn...
None of my friends are punks
Nooone
We got it we got it
Ok
Fuck you
None of my friends are punks
None of my friends are punks
I don抰 know
You re tough dude
That was just funny
None of my friends are...
We got it we got it
Ok
Fuck you
None of my friends are punks
None of my friends are punks
I don抰 know
You re tough dude
That was just funny
None of my friends are...
Miasma
How useless to keep my heart pure and wash my hands in innocence.
When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment.
Day after day.
Heavens are away.
Can he who made the ear. Can hear?
Can he who formed the eye. Can see?
Sin speaks to the sinner
Sin speaks to the sinner
Heaven or whatever
I cry...
When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment.
Day after day.
Heavens are away.
Can he who made the ear. Can hear?
Can he who formed the eye. Can see?
Sin speaks to the sinner
Sin speaks to the sinner
Heaven or whatever
I cry...
Baby girl
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!
Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang
Clap, Byrd Gang
Can I get a G clap
[Verse: 1 Jim Jones]
I be like hoooold up, wait a minute
I m in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it
Sunk in the seat, suede all...
Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!
Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang
Clap, Byrd Gang
Can I get a G clap
[Verse: 1 Jim Jones]
I be like hoooold up, wait a minute
I m in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it
Sunk in the seat, suede all...
Su miedo
EN ESTE SOLITARIO PARAJE YA HA
PASADO EL QUE HABLA
ARREBATANDONOS LAS SENSACIONES DE
VIDA,
ENMUDECIENDONOS,
HACIENDONOS SENTIR PERFORADOS,
ABANDONADOS EN LA SOLEDAD MAS
PROFUNDA RASGANDO FINAMENTE
NUESTRAS ANSIEDADES,
INSTINTOS Y MIEDOS.
EN FIN EL ESTAR AQUI YA ES SIGNO...
PASADO EL QUE HABLA
ARREBATANDONOS LAS SENSACIONES DE
VIDA,
ENMUDECIENDONOS,
HACIENDONOS SENTIR PERFORADOS,
ABANDONADOS EN LA SOLEDAD MAS
PROFUNDA RASGANDO FINAMENTE
NUESTRAS ANSIEDADES,
INSTINTOS Y MIEDOS.
EN FIN EL ESTAR AQUI YA ES SIGNO...