Idioma Origen:
We're painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
and do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wretched beliefs
I offer a rose
and a smile with harmless teeth
Then slick back my hair,
You know the devil's in there
Alone in the garden
Like lumbering giants
In a shameful parade
We came to ruin all
and make a rotten trade
And make you roll over,
So roll over...
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away.
Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be someday.
No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.
No, I can never stay, melancholy
For long
For I move on...
We're unwanted strangers,
Exploited & dangerous
Unable to hide
Or even dream of it
Como estas, parting the seas,
Like lepers who stroll,
Why you afraid sweety?
I slick back my hair,
You know the devil's in there
So keep one eye open baby...
We're so easy to spot,
Lepers riding atop
Pachyderms full of germs,
Elephants broken and screaming and...
Roll over...
Are we coming over...
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away.
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away...away
Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be someday
No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.
All alone in the garden...
I've the memory of your face.
No, I can never stay, anything,
for long...
So come on...move
Roll over!
Are we coming over...
Here we go...
Idioma Destino:
We're painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
and do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wretched beliefs
I offer a rose
and a smile with harmless teeth
Then slick back my hair,
You know the devil's in there
Alone in the garden
Like lumbering giants
In a shameful parade
We came to ruin all
and make a rotten trade
And make you roll over,
So roll over...
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away.
Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be someday.
No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.
No, I can never stay, melancholy
For long
For I move on...
We're unwanted strangers,
Exploited & dangerous
Unable to hide
Or even dream of it
Como estas, parting the seas,
Like lepers who stroll,
Why you afraid sweety?
I slick back my hair,
You know the devil's in there
So keep one eye open baby...
We're so easy to spot,
Lepers riding atop
Pachyderms full of germs,
Elephants broken and screaming and...
Roll over...
Are we coming over...
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away.
Scattered on the shore...
surely washed away...away
Feeling somewhat deserving
of what will be someday
No, I can never stay, melancholy
of the memory, of your face.
All alone in the garden...
I've the memory of your face.
No, I can never stay, anything,
for long...
So come on...move
Roll over!
Are we coming over...
Here we go...