Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song IL A MODRAS, artist - Siddharta. Album song Petrolea, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 03.06.2006
Record label: MenART
Song language: Slovenian
IL A MODRAS(original) |
| Znanje |
| Surovina za motor |
| Je kodirano a klik ustvari kaos in teror |
| Bizar |
| Je postal obligator |
| A ne loči kaj je pizda in kaj umazana gospa |
| Rafal |
| Del vsake ulice |
| Del ubite kritike |
| Cilja da podre |
| Vedno bolj umira modra zibelka |
| Vedno bolj umira nam razum |
| Kaj jim bomo rekli ko pridejo po nas |
| Je ta minuta že bila |
| Morje |
| Je očitno žalostno |
| Nakopičilo je solze potopilo bo zemljo |
| Sonce |
| Se bori za svojo hči |
| A s premočnimi objemi nenamerno jo duši |
| Atom |
| Mali delček vsega |
| Smo razcepili na dva |
| V silo gobe zla |
| Vedno bolj umira modra zibelka |
| Vedno bolj umira nam razum |
| Kaj jim bomo rekli ko pridejo po nas |
| Je ta minuta že bila |
| Ni koristi obljub |
| Ni veselja prelitega na te |
| Starodavne gentlemane |
| Bil je sam bil je tuj |
| Brez obleh in stran od sivih muh |
| Pleše vedno ko zaspim |
| Vedno bolj umira modra zibelka |
| Vedno bolj umira nam razum |
| Kaj jim bomo rekli ko pridejo po nas |
| Je ta minuta že bila |
| (translation) |
| Knowledge |
| Raw material for the engine |
| It is coded and a click creates chaos and terror |
| Bizarre |
| He became an obligor |
| But don't tell the difference between a cunt and a dirty lady |
| Rafal |
| Part of every street |
| Part of the kill criticism |
| Aim to collapse |
| The blue cradle is dying more and more |
| Our minds are dying more and more |
| What will we tell them when they come for us |
| It was already that minute |
| The sea |
| It's obviously sad |
| Accumulated tears will sink the earth |
| The sun |
| He is fighting for his daughter |
| But with too strong hugs he inadvertently suffocates her |
| Atom |
| A small part of everything |
| We split in two |
| In the force of the mushroom of evil |
| The blue cradle is dying more and more |
| Our minds are dying more and more |
| What will we tell them when they come for us |
| It was already that minute |
| There is no use of promises |
| There is no joy poured out on you |
| Ancient gentlemen |
| He was alone he was a stranger |
| No rounds and away from gray flies |
| She dances every time I fall asleep |
| The blue cradle is dying more and more |
| Our minds are dying more and more |
| What will we tell them when they come for us |
| It was already that minute |