Invocare L'Amore Morto

Alphacoders

Mi ricordo le sue piccole mosse per me
Mi ricordo di lui in squadra con me
Mi ricordo di lui a parlare con me , ubriaco e perso

Io sono innamorato con i morti
O l' uomo quando era vivo
I suoi ricordi infestano più che il suo fantasma
Come hanno portato via ciò che apparteneva mio

Voglio ballare con me
Mi piroetta, tenere la mia vita e mi piegare verso il basso
Voglio cantare insieme
Ascoltatelo infilate le corde di chitarra

Egli non ha promesso nulla
Non lo ha fatto il consiglio in qualsiasi momento
Tante le braccia per il comfort
E io cerco i morti

So che sei là fuori
So che sei addolorata
So che si sono bloccati
Vedo che non è liberata

Ti rivoglio
voglio urlare
Così forte al silenzio
Il dolore di indicibile

Tornate e bacio
Mi faccia il male
SiN il peccatore e

Uccidete la mancanza di vita


Comments

  1. Priya Meravigliosa10 September 2016 at 22:20

    The original invoke in English:

    I remember his tiny moves for me
    I remember him teaming up with me
    I remember him talking to me, drunk and lost

    I am in love with the dead
    Or the man when he was alive
    His memories haunt more than his ghost
    Like have taken away what belonged mine

    I want you to dance with me
    Twirl me, hold my waist and bend me down
    I want to sing along
    Listen to him strung the chords of guitar

    He didn't promise anything
    He didn't counsel any time
    So many arms to comfort
    And I seek the ones dead

    I know you are out there
    I know you are pained
    I know you are stuck
    I see you ain't liberated

    I want you back
    I want to scream
    So loud to silence
    The pain of untold

    Come back and kiss
    Do me the wrong
    Sin the sinner and
    Kill the want of life

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