Texty:
D Omen

that surfaces when you typed in my Facebook Search and I bare a type of pain you can't take to church the type of pain that you'd hate to be, placed on

it's overcast and lovely still the apple trees on distant hills are dripping maple, winter white with hope I search on moonless nights sing me sweet sweet

Preklad: Omen. Slávnostné gotické.

: Aqui yo naci, aqui yo creci. Aqui me enganaron, igual que a ti alli. Ahora ya mayor, aqui sigo yo y que nadie espere volverme a enganar. oh-oh-oh-oh

you were always my everything but sometimes ou were all I had don't be surprised at the contempt in my voice why should you be? you have used your every

Aqui yo naci, aqui yo creci. Aqui me enganaron, igual que a ti alli. Ahora ya mayor, aqui sigo yo y que nadie espere volverme a enganar. oh-oh-oh-oh

Vasco Graca Moura ? Carlos Paredes nevoa e partida / vaivem das vagas / luzes no mar / vela perdida / vozes presagas / a vem tocar / vozes presagas /

I remember your hands at the funeral home So cold and vacant. Just like your face as you layed there alone. And the care-taker tried, he tried so hard

: Vasco Graca Moura ? Carlos Paredes nevoa e partida / vaivem das vagas / luzes no mar / vela perdida / vozes presagas / a vem tocar / vozes presagas