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Les soleils de Babylone
sont montés sur des pylones
ils ne dorent pas la peau
de la petite amazone

Les chefs d état sur leurs trônes
et l austérité qu ils prônent
l ennui n aura pas la peau
de la petite amazone

Non la petite amazone
non la petite amazone
n a besoin de personne
de personne

Dans sa combinaison jaune
danse danse sauvageonne
les batteurs frappent leurs peaux
pour la petite amazone

Les soupirants les grands meaulnes
n ont jamais reçu l aumône
le droit d effleurer la peau
de la petite amazone

Don’t really have the courage
To stand where I must stand.
Don’t really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand.

Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine...

Curse you all men
Who s coil is strong
I recognise the sparrows heart
Beneath the theatre of misery
Disbelivers shalt by dawn
Be forced
To forever mourn

Curse you all men
That resent my empire
Cause I have risen...

Teraz 18 wiosen w plecy
Ci sami ludzie cieszą mnie te same rzeczy
Z czasem zacząłem eliminować błędy
Nauczyłem się z porażek czerpać diwidenty
Które pchnął mnie dalej przez życia zakręty
Brnę do przodu z bagażem doświadczenia
Ale nie na oślep dzisiaj więcej do...

Trembling with fear, alone in the garden
Battle before the final war
Blood became tears, there in the garden
To fall upon the silent stone
There in the darkness the Light
And the darkness stood still
Two choices, one tortured will
And there...

Youre thinking everybody needs to know
What sets you so far apart.
On a hunch I think I could show
But well let you keep the part.

You gotta pull it off
When we least expect it.

Really need to see your face on the wall
Of a three or four star restaurant.
Shouldnt take more than a...