Oublie les talons aiguilles et la chirurgie Les trois couches de fond d'teint au fond du lit Le decollete qui veut sortir du nid Tout c'que je n's'rai
When you ate i saw your eyelashes Saw them shake like wind on rushes In the corn field when she called me Moths surround me - thought they'd drown me
Erin, erin, erin! Erin across america Do now cheer me on Can't you hear the song for you? Quick, now - caramel dip Give it up to the runaway ship
Dear charming kite, Do litely bite The foggy fields, the lowing lanes The rickety roads and the kneeling plains Oh lazy light With massive might You
Mes amis, we are restless things Little seaweed are swaddling And you call upon the dusk Of the musk of the squid Shot full of ink, until you sink
When i saw the blossoms broke after the rain Limp and sodden - when you wrote me again Made me think of spiders i washed down the drain Spiders ghosts
Bottom of the ninth inning Out which i stray through the crowd First it was what i call quiet Then it was biblic'ly loud You should have seen how they
Do you know what this is son? This is the panopticon And all around us blink the brash And shifty eyes of common cash So do we die or do we travel?
The tadpole boy in [tas?] Basalt The seashorse horsing in the salt The owlet in his greenery The narwhal in his cup of sea They all believe milkymoon
From the top of the flight Of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white
This place is damp and ghostly I'm already gone And the halls were lined with the disembodied And dustly wings Which fell from flesh Gasplessly And
It's another quiet Friday night (I'm waitin) Alone again, here I am Not a trace of you in sight (I'm missin) Excuses on the back of your hand It's another
Breath you out Breath you in You keep coming back to tell me you're the one who could have been In my eyes I see it oh so clear It was long ago and far
give for yesterday To relive one yesterday and its happiness When Joanna loved me Every town was Paris Every day was Sunday Every month was May When Joanna
El mundo es como aparece ante mis cinco sentidos, y ante los tuyos que son las orillas de los mios, el mundo de los demas, no es el nuestro no es
翻訳: サウスパーク：無修正包茎（他のトラック）サウンドトラック. デッド、デッド、デッド（いつか私たちはすべてのことになるでしょう）[フアンシュワルツ氏とサウスパーク児童合唱団].
: Tutto questo campo di grano, non ancora maturato, tutto questo bel campo non ancora tagliato, e questo sole che splende sulla mia testa di soldato,
: I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment, that's held in your arms And what, do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen
