Bruce Dickinson - Acoustic song

Tekst :

We live and die like all the rest
Every summer has its sunset every year
Love and hope put to the test
Every grain of comfort holds the seed of fear

And I loved you long ago
And I love you still
But the roads that we have travelled
Took us far apart
Scattered to the four winds
Someday we will find the time to heal

And I loved you long ago

And the scars that bear my name
Are the wounds that never heal
But the road that we have travelled
Took us far apart
And I love you still

And I loved you long ago

Inne utwory

  • Headswitch
  • Chemical wedding
  • Kill devil hill
  • Dreamstate
  • Midnight jam
  • Laughting in the hiding bush
  • Inertia
  • Road to hell
  • Gods of war
  • Innerspace
  • Soul intruders
  • Toltec 7 arrival
  • Bring your taughter to the slaughter
  • The ghost of cain
  • Fire
  • Devil on a hog
  • Tattooed millionaire
  • Real world
  • Dive dive dive
  • Losowe utwory

    My bitch

    When you turn around baby,
    I ll be watching you,
    I can see through you,
    maybe then you ll see,
    that I ain t playing.
    I m to be taken seriously.
    you know what I m saying?.
    and so the story goes.

    one night when I was shaking,
    and I definately...

    Wir sind wir

    Tag um Tag, Jahr um Jahr
    Wenn ich durch diese Straßen geh
    Seh ich wie die Ruinen dieser Stadt
    Wieder zu Häusern auferstehen

    Doch bleiben viele Fenster leer
    Für viele gab es keine Wiederkehr
    Und über das, was grad noch war
    Spricht man heute lieber gar nicht mehr

    How we feel

    (feat. Anthony Hamilton & Intro from Ice Cube)

    [Intro:]
    Either they don t know, don t show, or don t care about what s going on in the hood.

    Uh Uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling man, need to talk to the world real quick, talk to...

    Ballada o czyszczeniu butów

    A kiedy przeszedłem już swoje,
    bym drugie tyle przejść mógł,
    usiadłem i buty zdjąłem,
    by z przeszłych oczyścić je dróg.

    Strząsnąłem z nich kurz codzienny
    i progów wysokich pył
    piach, co nie zmienił się w perły
    i nadal uwierał jak żwir.

    Popioły marzenia
    i prochy cierpienia
    co kwiatem było,
    co się przylepiło,
    okruchy przykazań
    i grudkę z cmentarza
    ...

    Hallelujah

    Maybe it s true
    They love everything that you do
    You re the talk of the town
    What do they want from you?
    You re there

    Hallelujah, things shout to ya, hallelujah
    Come and get me, that s what they see, hallelujah