Vertaling: Onsigbare. Tradisie.
long past age why is it hard to accept that things have changed? you swallowed every word without and question followed all you heard for the sake of tradition
a long past age why is it hard to accept that things have changed? you swallowed every word without and question followed all you heard for the sake of tradition
will loud and proud that of all earthly riches we have peace and freedom . All religions and races living prosperously in one place . And of all technologies we have tradition
outer space With an ardent look, he's awaiting them, the ancestors of a lost race And soon his longing will be rewarded A giant arrow will tear heaven apart Unseen
a queen, in-between, sight unseen Grandma's a stranger, a wish gone away A misty encounter, questions surround her As children obey whatever tradition
playing the music of our lives The notes we strike Reasoned in time and space Silent symphony waiting to be heard Musical Aura holding unseen worlds...
niggas is sick but ya'll haters blow dick Fresh out the frying pan into the fire Floating in something foreign with official attire Desire to untouch unseen
one candle, seeing only small sections illuminated one by one, and refusing to recognize or connect the darkened and unseen areas to the entirety. Working
With an ardent look, he's awaiting them, the ancestors of a lost race And soon his longing will be rewarded A giant arrow will tear heaven apart Unseen
