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Vertaling: E-Type. Gemaak In Swede.
I wake to the sound of a far away thunder wondering why this secret in your heart why don't you let me share your thoughts something strange is going
On them white horses we come marching through the fields we think we're kings when we come across the field of deeds but we should know that the trophy
Me no want miseria Take me to the end (this repeats itself all the way through the song)
Privet, menya zovut E-type. Na zdorovye!!! *) When the seas are rolling in when the stars are shining clear when the ghosts are howling near when
So I am what I am what I feel can not be wrong This is the way that I feel and I'm coming on strong We're talking hundreds and thousands with potentiel
, so dem a com, dem a com, dem a com So dem a com with a bompin' song So dem a com with a bompin' song, so dem a com Late in the evening when the "E-Type
When I hear the news my head starts spinning I'm sorry I ask myself what is this I feel so low could it be that the whole wide world is mad, I'm worried
This.......this is the way This is the way I wanna live I'm going through changes This is the way I wanna live From this day on noone is going to tell
With no regrets for moments gone or the things we left behind since the beginning we have come a long way we know the dreams we had were much too much
In the dark I'm lying all alone I just wonder where you are but I know that you will come that you'll be there I've got to walk this lonesome road to
