every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams? Confusion will be my epitaph
man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams will no one lay the laurel wreath when silence drowns the screams confusion will be my epitaph as
deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked
friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken
When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path
Превод: Кинг Кримсън. Епитафия.
Превод: Кинг Кримсън. Епитафия, Включително март без причина и утре и Tomor.
Превод: Кинг Кримсън. Епитафия Включително март без причина и.
: (Donovan, arranged by Fripp/Lake/McDonald/Giles) Get your bearings, know your time. Don't you worry, weather's fine. All the world knows what I'm
tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king.
: (Fripp/Sinfield/McDonald/Lake/Giles) Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid
(Donovan, arranged by Fripp/Lake/McDonald/Giles) Get your bearings, know your time. Don't you worry, weather's fine. All the world knows what I'm saying
