Mostrando postagens com marcador Goran Bregovic. Mostrar todas as postagens
Mostrando postagens com marcador Goran Bregovic. Mostrar todas as postagens

quarta-feira, 16 de junho de 2010

Goran Bregovic - The Deathcar

A bowling wind is whistling in the night 
My dog is growling in the dark 
Something's pulling me outside 
To ride around in circles 
I know that you have got the time 
Coz anything I want, you do 
You'll take a ride through the strangers 
Who don't understand how to feel 
In the deathcar, we're alive 
In the deathcar, we're alive 

I'll let some air come in the window 
Kind of wakes me up a little 
I don't turn on the radio 
Coz they play shit, like... You know 
When your hand was down on my dick 
It felt quite amazing 
And now that, that is all over 
All we've got is the silence 
In the deathcar, we're alive 
In the deathcar, we're alive 
So come on mandolins, play 

When I touched you 
I felt that you still had your baby fat 
And a little taste of baby's breath 
Makes me forget about death 
At your age you're still joking 
It ain't time yet for the choking 
So now we can own the movie and see each other truly 
In the deathcar, we're alive 
In the deathcar, we're alive 
I want to ear some mandolins