Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Consequences David, You'll Meet Your Fate in the Styx, artista - Fear Before The March of Flames. canción del álbum Art Damage, en el genero Пост-хардкор
Fecha de emisión: 02.01.2008
Etiqueta de registro: Equal Vision
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Consequences David, You'll Meet Your Fate in the Styx(original) |
Talk to me David, how can I help? |
You see you sold me quick fixes in the past |
I keep them in |
the medicine cabinet |
but you should see what I keep in my closet |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
Pardon the altitude DAVID |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
Pardon the altitude DAVID |
My head flies high. |
The birds think Iў‚¬"ўm one of their own |
The birds thank God. |
The birds thank God to be alive |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
Pardon the altitude DAVID |
The battle of |
me versus me. |
battle of me versus me and no one wins you see again. |
The battle of |
me versus me. |
The battle of me versus me and no one wins you see again. |
The battle of me versus me and no one wins you see. |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
Oh yeah, David. |
The birds think Iў‚¬"ўm one of their own. The birds thank God. |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. |
(traducción) |
Háblame David, ¿cómo puedo ayudarte? |
Ves que me vendiste arreglos rápidos en el pasado |
los guardo en |
el botiquín |
pero deberías ver lo que guardo en mi armario |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |
Perdona la altitud DAVID |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |
Perdona la altitud DAVID |
Mi cabeza vuela alto. |
Los pájaros piensan que soy uno de los suyos |
Los pájaros dan gracias a Dios. |
Los pájaros agradecen a Dios por estar vivos |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |
Perdona la altitud DAVID |
la batalla de |
yo contra yo. |
batalla de yo contra yo y nadie gana lo ves de nuevo. |
la batalla de |
yo contra yo. |
La batalla de yo contra yo y nadie gana te vuelve a ver. |
La batalla de yo contra yo y nadie gana, ya ves. |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |
Ah, sí, David. |
Los pájaros piensan que soy uno de los suyos. Los pájaros agradecen a Dios. |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |
Háblame, háblame, háblame, háblame. |