Abwoom d,bwahmaya Nethqadash shmakh Teytey malkuthakh Nehwey tzevyanach aykanna d'bwahmaya aph b'arha Hawvlan lachma disunqanan yaomana Washboqlan khaubayn
Where the stars sleep in the calm black stream, Like some great lily, pale Ophelia floats, Slowly floats, wound in her veils like a dream. Half heard
love Can't feel in my love And i need love in my life Can't feel it in you And i need love in my, i see life Can't feel it in you
Oh bylar, bylar, bylar
Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind When a melody does find a rhyme Says to me I'm comin' home to stay Oh, lord, home to stay I'm comin' home to stay
My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep Now look, see how they're dreaming The black reciteries, while the children dream Don't
Ombra mai fu, di vegetabile cara ed amabile, soave pi`u. English Translation : No tree's shade ever was more serene, dear and lovely
Maranatha ( come lord )
Forced by necessity I arrive at your door These gifts i bring to you for your benefit alone In anticipation of things to come A labour, a labour of love
m praying for rain To see desert flowers again The eagle flies up towards the sun High above the fields of babylon In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace In the other
In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift
Non clamor, sed amor Non vox, sed votum Non cordula, sed cor Psallit in aure dei Not a clamour, but love Not talking, but a pledge Not flagellation
tears Lend me your fears And fly away Rest within arms That promise to come The pain away Some where I'll find you inside The answer when we Remember who we can
Am gaeth i m-muir Am tond trethan Am fuaim mara Am dam secht ndirend Am seig i n-aill Am der grene Am cain lubai Am torc ar gail Am he i l-lind Am loch
All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And
I thought I'd found a reason to live Just like before when I was a child Only to find dreams made of sand Would just fall apart and slip through my hands
you're smooth gettin pimped G.. .. I ain't no hoe fool Got much respect for the new and the old school But many rappers can rip mics but can't count.. ..
sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you can