Текст песне
Art Of Soul

start the show Supposed to only call me 'Lo But you can call me The Soul Machine Watch ? HEEEEYYYY YYEEAAAA ? See what I mean? Four million flavors of the southern soul

My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children born of sin Tear your soul

If you can't stand Upon the water I will see you on the ocean floor When you blink do you only find the misery between the lines? Then take my hand and

Jump, jump, jump to it Yo, when they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included Chicks can get into it, 'specially pretty broads My New York City dawgs seem to master the art

Yo, this girl called me, heard the De La Said I'm back in style y'know? You need to stop I declare that only live niggaz rap this year Jam's off the

[36.31-37.52 min.] When struck I rise I'm finally free Mark the bitter tear descending No more heavy burden And this is my eternal music

Превод: Арт Гарфункел. Феуиллес-ох / ли Простор Мушкарци Донети Мртве душе На путу до Месеца?.

Превод: Иза сумрак. У очима моје душе - За Љубав уметности и одлука.

today The canvas reveals The pain as it heals In the heart of the art of my soul In the heart of the art of the soul