I'm trying to climb the stairways to heaven like Led Zepplin Find that polished treasure like Gerald Levert I do my dirt so my kids see heaven on Earth
Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin' these fields in my barefeet There wasn't no place I couldn't go With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole Well, I live
Well I grew up wild and free Walkin? these fields in my bare feet There wasn?t no place I couldn?t go With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole CHORUS
[Verse 1] The snake bit the child on the hand The father picked up the snake and cut its head off the boy stood up touched the man Mother saw him touch
Jesus, I've forgotten the words that You have spoken Promises that burned within my heart have now grown dim With a doubting heart I follow the paths
The wind blows hard against this mountainside Across the sea into my soul It reaches in to where I cannot hide Setting my feet upon the road My heart
Kyrie Eleison back off, ol' Vampire, Here comes the little Irish vampire slayer, dried-eyed Kyrie Eleison back off, ol' oppressor, back of, those who
All around I hear the sound of money But I ain't got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my
In the place of gods, in the hands of fate. I gave it all but I've been raped. No friends ever came, no love for me. I know that I'm free. From the words
Pieta, Signore, di me dolente! Signor, pieta se a te giunge il mio pregar; non mi punisca il tuo rigor. Meno severi, clementi ognora, volgi i tuoi sguardi
Father, look what I've done Is there a way to forgive? From the depths of darkness My soul reaches out to you In my darkest hour Be my shelter Be my
Lord have mercy mercy mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy There's a picture in the paper that she prayed she'd never see newsfash bulletins on the
Превод: Бочели, Андреа. Имай милост, Господи.