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STEREO NOVA a big world!
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It was a strange night in the small basement
a train in the north, a train in south
my friend thought the saying
that dog is man's only friend
looked right and then left
and saw someone sleeping on the stairs
was he who, after asking us money
smiled and lost in the middle of nothing
how a life can be lost suddenly
develop when the sun comes the gloom
and it is only then that a Gypsy can
to read your hand and then lost
in those homes that go on wheels
here and there, in a world of wretched
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
and walks like that one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
My friend and I crossed the suburbs
The trail grew, my mind was on fire
to stop someone entered and demanded money
outside the window the moon hanging in the wires
everyone's mouth is always looking for words
and you think of that in you want to run
like that kid who saw coyotes
Nobody said that he loved
as no one was interested how you grow up
how a prayer before the god quarreled
though he had a friend, then you had a dog
or talk to a wall or a street pole
and something like this ends the story of a man
calling love to the end of the road
and walks like that one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
something like walking one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
something like walking one behind the other
laughing or crying in a world of great ...!!
STEREO NOVA a big world!
Lyric / translate google
It was a strange night in the small basement
a train in the north, a train in south
my friend thought the saying
that dog is man's only friend
looked right and then left
and saw someone sleeping on the stairs
was he who, after asking us money
smiled and lost in the middle of nothing
how a life can be lost suddenly
develop when the sun comes the gloom
and it is only then that a Gypsy can
to read your hand and then lost
in those homes that go on wheels
here and there, in a world of wretched
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
and walks like that one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
My friend and I crossed the suburbs
The trail grew, my mind was on fire
to stop someone entered and demanded money
outside the window the moon hanging in the wires
everyone's mouth is always looking for words
and you think of that in you want to run
like that kid who saw coyotes
Nobody said that he loved
as no one was interested how you grow up
how a prayer before the god quarreled
though he had a friend, then you had a dog
or talk to a wall or a street pole
and something like this ends the story of a man
calling love to the end of the road
and walks like that one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
something like walking one behind the other
laughing or crying in a big world
Mercy is something that nobody wants
until you reach the point you make by hand
something like walking one behind the other
laughing or crying in a world of great ...!!
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