Mum - Will the summer make good for all of our sins

Tekst :

We ll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath
Who go cry for hammer in her teeth
We ll spoil her pretty face at least she feels real
No-go cry for hammer in your teeth
We ll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real

Breathe, you breathe
Believe you me tonight
Breath in, breath out
Make good, make float
Bleed you me
_ú nótt

Please don t cry for hammer in your teeth
We ll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath
And summer will make good for all of our sins
if we only wish it hard enough

Breathe, you breathe
who go who cry
believe you me
to night/múm night
Breathe in, breathe out
make good, make float
bleed you me
_ú nótt

Shé cry, who closes eyes and hopes not to come back

Inne utwory

  • Green grass of tunnel
  • We have a map of the piano
  • Abandoned ship bells
  • Nightly cares
  • The ghosts you draw on my back
  • The ballad of a broken birdie records
  • Oh, how the boat drifts
  • Weeping rock, rock

    • Losowe utwory

    Native new yorker

    New York style, style, style
    New York city, New York city girl
    New York city, New York city girl
    You grew up ridin´ the subways, runnin´ with people up in Harlem, down on Broadway
    You´re no tramp, but you´re no lady talkin´ that street talk
    You´re the heart and soul...

    Let a man come in and do the popcorn

    Hey you all look out let a man come in
    I got to have fun I m gonna do my thing
    Way over yonder can you dig that mess
    The sister standing out there dressed up
    In a brand new mini dress
    Look hey over...

    Western wall

    I stand here by the Western Wall
    Maybe a little of that wall stands inside us all
    I shove my prayers in the crack
    I ve got nothing to lose, no one to answer back
    All these years I ve brought up for review
    Wasn t taught this but I learned something new
    And to answer...

    Nie liczę godzin i lat

    Wschodami gwiazd i zachodami,
    Odmierzam czas liści kolorami
    Odmierzam czas nie używając dat
    Czekaniem na niespodziewane,
    Straconych szans rozpamiętywaniem
    Odmierzam czas, nie używając dat

    REF.
    Nie liczę godzin i lat, to życie mija nie ja
    Bliżej gwiazd, bliżej dna jestem wciąż taki sam
    Wciąż ten sam
    Nie liczę godzin...

    Much afraid

    Empty again
    Sunken down so far
    So scared to fall
    I might not get up again

    So I lay at your feet
    All my brokenness
    I carry all of my burdens to you

    Chorus:

    All of these things