Tekst :

Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine

Curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should
Mix in the dirt our brothers blood

In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all

Once a ploughtman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little cream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom
Each moment s like a year
I ve nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie
I m left alone asking why

In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all

After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become

Tekst :

Who would be a poor man a beggerman, a thief
if he had a rich man in his hand
Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby s mouth
if he could take it from the money man

Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract but she always plays the game
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel
and the jack knife barber drops her off at school

Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play

Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She s a poor man s rich girl and she ll do it for a song
She s a rich man s stealer but her favour s good and strong
She s the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along

Tekst :

Now the contracts out
They ve put the word about
I m coming after you

It s not the money I make
It s the thrill of the chase
And I m coming after you

I watch your every move
Study the things you do
And the pattern of your ways

I watch the way you walk
I hear your telephone talk
I want to understand the way you think

chorus

Better watch out, cos I m the Assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out

(repeat)

I m in a cold cold sweat
I taste the smell of death
I know the moment s getting closer

And as you walk to the light
I feel my hands go tight
Excitement running through my veins

I ve got you in my sights
I ve got you dead to rights
The triggers waiting for my finger

I feel adrenalin rush
It s just the final touch
You can kiss your arse goodbye

chorus

Siedzę na brzegu świata
Macham nogami
I myślę, że dalej nic nie ma
Wszystko za nami
A ciężko jest w tej sytuacji
Iść przed siebie
A znajdę tysiąc powodów
Na ten próg jeden
A może jednak nie warto
Oglądać się
Może tam dalej jest coś
Czeka na mnie
A może odwrócę się jednak
Popatrzę wstecz
I może coś za sobą znajdę
A może nie

Siedzę na...

Verse One
Well biggedy bust a mover
I biggedy be the trooper cause I m slammin
I m ready to check this jam
that this is havin
I m audi, I m riggedy rollin four deep, don t sweat it
I m troopin it...

Intro/Chorus:
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e rytime?
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e rytime
*repeat*

Anielski

Hen, w sen
odp³yn±³ Wielki Wóz gwiazd.
Spod kopyt mleczne iskry.
Pêd, pêd.
Nieba ¿ywio³y swój blask
wokó³ rozprys³y.

REF. Nie ma ciê i tak mi bardzo, bardzo ¼le.
We mgle gubiê siê.

Raz, dwa,
Darujê ci, to co...

Petite fable

De la belle et la bête je suis les deux
Mon antre est une vaste comédie
Je suis seule malgré l ombre de vos yeux
Le silence attise ma folie
Cendrillon j ai rayé ta citrouille
Avec l aiguille de mon talon dodu
Comment être vraie quand on me souille...