Brothers I am calling from the valley of the kings
with nothing to atone
A dark march lies ahead, together we will ride like
thunder from the sky
May your sword stay wet like a young girl in her
prime
Hold your hammers
sirma typa putko nedei mi se dyhai tolko s tiq pedali ot him.. viknigo toq mario da go vidim kyv e da vidim koi e "bazlio" 4e teb ako te prasna vzeme da ti 4upa ne6to aide vikai go da mu tro6a glavata i tva e baxti maikata typa putko... (4erno fereje - no
ето и текста от мен :-]
Измамените хора тичат,
отровно сив е пак деня.
Измачканите дрехи крият,
пари за хляб и своя грях.
Кажи къде отиде синьото небе,
в което да разперя аз криле.
Припев:
Дор
ето и текста от мен :-]
I don't go to school every monday
I've got my reason to sleep
Don't you tell me how I should be
Made up my mind 'bout the music
Made up my mind 'bout the style
I know that I'm stable and able to
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
{Turns to harder rock}
Every room they kept awake
By every science scream we make
All the feelin
straxoten klip ,a ne6to me kara da iskam da naritam tozi Miro.. kak moje da zareje momi4e s koeto e bil tolkova vreme.. osven da e imalo druga... ??? ne moga da si go obesnq..
