Alba s touto skladbou:
Třetí tvář,
Tears streaming down your face, your blood flowing hand
sit in solitude on the earth, you have a broken heart.
All around the silence and you know what's happening
everything goes to hell, where hope was gone ..
* shit
There's a cold, where zlizelo light
everyone waits for power, but you're going through hell.
Everybody is waiting smile, those unable to cope with everything
everyone waiting smile but no one asked you ..
* bitch!
On the surface balance, mirror decays
on the surface you are calm but your soul unable to cope.
Everything is deteriorating, view the party are going ..
* kirakule
Tomorrow will be better to give up is not too late ..
* Hold on
All going hard, but nobody vzomně
All lots of views, you have room in the house.
* or not?
We all know her, we all have their dreams.
I have two people, one of them is Zixi.
He writes his lyrics and not looking back,
the other one is Jack and he says his lines ..
But they continue after all, they want to thirty-three meters,
I close my eyes I can release is downloaded to the bottom.
All lot of truth, I do not want no one ..
Thirteenth Prize is useless, I do not want to hear the truth.
In the morning I wake up and before Barak light
interviews in the newspapers nobody asked me.
Why is asleep again, shoot all wisdom.
I do not know what to do and if they ever start to rise.
* I hope
If ever anything was ever some kind of sense.
I chose the path so I kripl ..
* NO!
If it is not correct to focus on something,
Makati on how to have something and then it be.
If this does not only unnecessary tears,
If that does not add just another scar.
But equally, I would ask you Moch,
if I had to get up when I wake up more times.
Fear and empty faces wake up from a dream.
Everywhere lot of views I slowly fade.
Killed asvaltu not save the soul of even one.
Withholding breath, to think about it, slowly sit down ..
I can not change people but I tell you directly
all are now blind, can not save lives.
Only I look around, the dead body on the front.
We all have our own ideas rounds hit me in my heart.
* the firearm
Everyone I see her, watching the shadows
Padas into darkness and gray hands of clay.
Everyone says its never any action.
* Machine
Each piece starts and carries his guilt.
Only the body on the ground and the red drops of rain.
Killing people, you know I never wanted to.
And I hold a pen and write their stories,
the truth of our beautiful country.
Give the area and take it najivita.
To live is difficult, but we all believe.
I can play one on which parties
God or the devil is a question of Kanye.
* Yeah!
Everyone is looking smiles on everyone's trying.
Keep looking for every smile you back.
It's still your thing, saying the laws,
just do not want you to repent on his deathbed.
We go without a goal and live your own ideas stories
we are all artists and their writing lives.
Someone wrote in the dark, someone consumes more glow.
Similarly, all hiding his third face.
Does not show you another kojzumitu his.
The third face is the truth, as a living truth from God!!
P.s.:Tento text je v AJ ale možná vám to nebude sem tam dávat smysl jelikož jsem to překládala ,,JÁ" a trvalo to já ani newim jakou dobu...taky jsem musela nějaká slova trošku vyměnit a najít pro ně jiný výraz.. no jo no :-D
