song of winter in your heart Tryin' to wait for the sky to fall It's kind of hard not to see it all Whisper a song of winter in your heart Jesus knockin
Översättning: Screaming Trees. Winter Song.
Shooting down the glistening mountain side Screaming through the whispering pines The freedom of each day Will cleanse our minds I can hardly wait for winter
home to roost Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt this
a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost began The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night birds fly Their last scream
, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can'
wall We crossed out the eyes Put lines through these cries We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall Trees that fall Trees that fall Trees that
if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and
murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit I take summers off, 'cause I love winter
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream
me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for
road And in the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives Watching in silence till the evening arrives And there all around insects scream in the trees
Bleed out over her wishing It was me. It?s a joke played by God on you and me. A cruel act of divinity. Only dream of Winters dead leaves. Falling from Trees
if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and
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the chips was down, I can always hit the town. I'm thinkin bout a Beamer for my B-Day Speed scream scrambler you see me on the freeway. Everyday tree
spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit red dots <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni