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Steel shattered in the night
Soldiers racing to the fight
Bombs waiting to explode
Fear is cast up on your soul
Wooh!

It's just around the corner
For those who dare to see
With eyes of fire
The burn right through me

Blood painted on the streets
Metal cutting into meat
You can see it in my eyes
Pain that never will subside

And you can feel the power
On evil it will feed
The force that surrounds me
It brings me to my knees

We better run for cover
There's no time to waste...

How much does an opinion weigh
Does it really matter what I say
I can't be responsible
Be yourself or be a tool

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge yourself
No one else

I don't intend to offend
I just offend with my intent
Beauty's in the beholder's eye
I just like the ugly side

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge...

Hardcase
Fistful of brass
Double barrelled pistons and a tank full of gas
He's a heavyweight
Enforcer inside
Like a man in the chair he's gonna go for a ride

Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown

Against lightning
The wind from his sails
Takes on a man who's harder than a coffin nail
Priceless, the look on his face
If you look real close you can see the expiration date

Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown

Black Dahlia's in my head
Black...

Hey diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such fun,
And the dish run away with the spoon.

Был чудак знаменитый, потому что забыты
Были им при подъеме на борт
Весь багаж: зонтик, шляпа - что осталась у трапа –
Все, с чем думал он плыть на курорт.

Был багаж подходящий: пятьдесят один ящик
И на каждом написано – чей -
Его полное имя, но забыв его с ними,
Он отплыл на курорт без вещей.

Он забыл весь багаж и им потеряны даже
Были туфли, пиджак и белье.
Но ужасной пропажей было то, что с поклажей
Он забыл так же имя свое.

Начал он откликаться на «Парнишку» и «Братца»,
На...

Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me

Un-break my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked outta my life
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Un-break my heart
My heart

Take back that sad word good-bye
Bring back the joy...

Why Love is so hard to be defined?
Exactly, main source is the Love.
That's what everyone is up to find,
That is that goes from ground to Above.

The one who makes the active, lusty searches
Coordinates in chances with the one,
Who fell in dreams of something great and gorgeous -
They both do live under the same Sun.

And anyways, affinity of passion,
Or Higher Love - it's all about the deal
That means the most impressive world's action,
That has to be immediately revealed.

Are you watching on me
When I’m sleeping next to your arms
Only now it should be
A moment to heal the scars

We can’t be enemies forever
You can be on my side tonight
We used to be in the game together
Now we only know to fight

I’m a liar, you’re a liar
Don’t look into my eyes
I’m a liar, you’re a liar
We stand behind the lies
I’m a liar, you’re a liar
Don’t break into my soul
I’m liar, you’re a liar
My heart is like a stone

When you’re looking at me
I forget about all the...

Руку твою сжать...
Пронзаясь жизнью до боли,
Мне нелегко понять
Нам данные роли

Мой шепот к небесам..
Ответ - усмешке под стать..
Язык своих мыслей
Как мне разгадать...

Но моя любовь – это дом,
В нем хочу поселиться,
Пока по венам жизнь,
Сбегая от меня,
Течет рекой.

К смерти не стремясь, -
Что жизнь мне? Вызов ей бросаю.
Влюбляясь каждый раз,
Я уже провожаю.

И до смерти себя
Пугая вновь, бегу я,
И не добежав,
Я свой финиш рисую.

Но моя любовь – это дом,
В нем...

I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way

And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make

The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one...

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