-kallolini-charu-ganga lasad-bhaala-balendu kanthe bhujangaa I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalyan snow, Radiant with the beauty of
brats think nothing's good enough Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
down and die The city makes canyons All littered with snow And beneath their crummy towers Our tiny bodies blow and blow So drown them bells Drown them miserable
wet His house was roastin hot In fact it was a fuckin slum Scum! Scum! Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game Black snow! Black snow
''I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one smiling face on Earth
down and die This city makes canyons All littered with snow And beneath their crummy towers Our tiny bodies blow and blow So drown them bells Drown them miserable
of St Paul speak up the rain Suddenly it seams Im settled in my own routines I know the years gone I still sing the same sad song So when the snow has
together" Wash your mouth out with lies Searching in vain forever For one of your own kind A human cannonball Boiled beaten an bleak brown Miserable
Edgar: May I hear it? Roderick Usher: It is called "The Haunted Palace" In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace -- Snow
You drift away in a bitter dusk by scattering the snow that held angel-like images in our blurry memories of childhood. escaping every when, who or why
les roses sous la neige Et les grands loups blancs pris au piege [I saw the crowd and the silences Joy fires and the suffering I saw roses under the snow
lickin wet His house was roastin hot In fact it was a fuckin slum Scum! Scum! Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game Black snow! Black snow
kallolini-charu-ganga lasad-bhaala-balendu kanthe bhujangaa I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalyan snow, Radiant with the beauty of
her Breakin down ten bails of kush I think I need a lighter Pulled up in my spiker But rolled off in my spider Thinkin like a miser Um actin like a tiger
all' ambiente che respiro (la Hip-Hop!!!) mi tiro su le maniche come Mark Lenders (Bro!!!) da sempre confondono l'hip-hop vengono alle gare di free style per vedere i salti con lo snow