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da tran quoc » 15 mar 2018, 21:09

le parole anno perso il loro significato....

https://visvapuru.blogspot.it/2018/03/l ... -loro.html


ernesto, mi consenta, sono i significati che hanno perso le parole

 

 

 

 

 

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked
and broken path
If we make it we can all
sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying!
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind, I see,
Is in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked
and broken path
If we make it we can all
sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying!
Crying! Crying!
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear Tomorrow