jueves, 11 de junio de 2009

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So, so you think you can tell.

Heaven from hell

Blue skies from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?.

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get to trade

your heros for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk for a part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?


How i wish, how i wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimmingin a fish bow!

Year after year.

Running over the

same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here

1 comentario:

ani dijo...

traducime dulce please i don'r understandddddddddd

miss you