Apoptygma Berzerk - Mourn

Tekst :

Lost in the depths, the depths of your eyes
i couldn t resist, whys hould i?
i want to relax, i want to feel free
i want to be you, do you want to be me?
i look at you, i look at your face
you took my hand, just in case
forever with you, you re all i can see
now i am you, do you want to be me?
Why are you always hiding?
why are you always mourning?
(repeat)

Inne utwory

  • Eclipse
  • Deep red
  • Cambodia
  • Starsign
  • Lost in translation
  • Unicorn
  • Paranoia
  • Spindizzy
  • Tuning in to the frequency of your soul
  • Bitch
  • Maze
  • You keep me from breaking apart
  • Pkachu
  • Bac on track
  • Into the unknown
  • Love to blame
  • Until the end of the world
  • Shine on
  • Non stop voilence
  • Losowe utwory

    How can i tell you

    You re light years away from me
    As if I have always known
    I m slowly losing my mind you see
    I can t face life on my own

    I hear your voice
    And for one second I can see your face
    You never gave me no choice
    With you my world fell in its place oh

    How...

    Miracle

    My soul is flowing into my body
    And I feel the kindness of love
    I can feel the clouds around me
    Precious colours impress my soul
    Light is all around me
    A sense called peace
    It fills me with satisfaction
    Life is a miracle

    Oooh
    Give me back my life...

    Chapter 2

    They pissed around me and tried to drown me
    They wake in panic to a poisoned attic
    They wake in panic
    The pigs around me will try to drown me

    When they teach us, they lead us to doom
    Oh Mother don t leave...

    Imperium zła

    (feat.Rocca, Sokół, Olsen)

    [Fu]
    Zawiść na twarzach, ta, kłótnie w bazach
    ta słyszę dźwięk wojny w rozbitych wazach
    ta, uważaj człowieku epidemia nazar
    ta, wojna o hajs zawinięty w gazach
    tracisz rozsądek puszczając złote w hazard
    biada temu co nie uważa
    polityka w Polsce ludziom zagraża
    propaganda, kłamstwo się rozmraża...

    In Italia si puo

    (Siamo i piccoli italiani,
    Ferrari e maccheroni
    ambarabà cicci coccò,
    in Italia si può).
    Ma dove vai?
    Vieni in Italia che si sta bene.
    È una tribù
    che già a vent anni si va in pensione.
    Oltre frontiera, o lavori o ti...