needy still need and all the losers still lose all the preachers still preach but they ain't bringin no change I'm not afraid to die 'cause all these colors
翻訳: ポルトガル。マン. 色.
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine All we could do No shakes or coughs or burst relief Or lists of all our things Just minutes making minds I was born
They lead us out from our zoos A fixed escape still, we didn't know just what to do It was steps and steps on missing backs And our hands had been bent
be free We'll be the colors That pour through the streets And find in their after yeas That we're all the same We're all the colors That pour through
I don't know why were created. but i know that, i know we all die. (know we all die) Go pick up all your tools build a roof. I'll pick up all mine and
Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ohhh, I remember things, not many things, Dont remember when my feet touched the ground
My legs are all buried in salt, the way as my lips move out all of my words, the way But this can't be all that we have to wait pressing pulling this
rain is beating beats and beading down the view that foggy hazy drumming of that rain Hear that outside? It's changing airs and bleeding out the colors
