Översättning: Henzel Och Thors. Desertören.
As I was a-walking along ratcliffe highway A recruiting party came a-beating my way. They enlisted me and treated me 'til I did not know Unto the queen
Take deeps breaths in and gather the night A hole that's hardly summed up by taking away Time unlocks the stall When there's nothing left to lose, nothing
nada debo a nadie más que a mí. Que sólo sé que estoy vivo y que la vida no lo es sin libertad. Cobarde o desertor, el nombre
Peter does this solo entirely in french, after giving a shortened english translation. "the pacifist" (translation) Men whose names are great
One eye in the sun, one in the night Sleep tight, sleepwalk like honey, honey Oh my, capital I LOVE U Put it in a letter honey I could kiss you underwater
hora? Tratan de volver los desertores del rock Tratan de volver los desertores del rock Pero es tarde ya... Tratan de volver los desertores del rock Tratan de volver los desertores
I am the defector and you're the farmer's daughter You've been teasing us farm boys 'Til we start talking about those rabbits, George Oh, won't you tell
As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway A recruiting party came a-beating my way They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen
Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer That is his nature That is his nature That is his nature
You used to play their games You used to stay the same They used to hold you back They knew the best attack They thought they had a better hold on you
wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going
It's the Bonnie and Clyde days Where the girls wear curls and lace And the boys can't stand the pace of war It's not the war but the cause the country
Skies black, cold and vacant now I sat on the hillside The stars up above me Like pinholes in velvet I listened to the song That I hoped I'd never hear
Monsieur le president Je vous fais une bafouille Que vous lirez surement Si vous avez des couilles Je viens de recevoir Un coup d'fil de mes vieux Pour
I'm scared for war, the smell of blood Agony rattles make me cry I feel no hate for my enemy Why should I kill ? Why should I stay ? Mother bring me back