Israel Vibration - Terrorist
Tekst :
John is a youth growing up in the ghetto.
He never trouble no one.
He went to school, and was taught the rule,
Of how not to be a fool.
He knows the streets the corners, and the lanes,
Where pebbles just a shower like rain,
And with all of that he wasn t involve,
for that s not his problem to solve
No, no. no, no, no
So he walked away, away, away
And headed up the road
There he met his brethren
So they start to reason
About what was taking place
Right in front of their very face.
Terrorist crawl in
And it s a awful scene
Blood and fire, vapours of smoke
And I know that s not a joke.
See it a gwaan down the lane
Watch how the people them a run up and down.
All over
Two man make a dip
Then they ease the tool off their hip
So they release the clip
Shot start fly
Man and woman a run up and down
All over town
See it deh now
Inne utwory
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Podejdźmy do siebie blisko
i popatrzmy sobie w oczy.
Popatrzmy sobie w oczy tak,
byśmy nie musieli więcej tego robić.
Połóżmy dzieci spać, wyłączmy telewizory
I popatrzmy sobie w oczy.
Nie bójmy się, jak nie boją się ci,
Którzy kochają.
Popatrzmy...
Pytasz, co w moim życiu z wszystkich rzeczą główną,
Powiem ci: śmierć i miłość - obydwie zarówno.
Jednej oczu się czarnych, drugiej - modrych boję,
Te dwie są me miłości i dwie śmierci moje (...)
Na żarnach dni się miele dno życia się wierci,
By prawdy się najgłębszej dokopać istnienia -
I jedno wiemy tylko....
Dirt road in the twi-lght, woods so cool and dark.
Up a-head pale ne-on, somewhere a dog barks,
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Breaking up the pool balls, chalk-ing up the cues
Juke box pumping soft-ly, lazy sum-mer blues
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Chorus
Through the blue smok-y...
The red sun’s going down, I’ll be waiting up again
Wondering where you are tonight
Out with all your friends
And I guess that you don’t think about
The home you left behind
But I’d give everything to get you out of my mind
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don t want to end up a cartoon
In...