chains Through the crystal I see, my tears I see human life, a world in harmony Hear the children crying, so clear They are callin' from the sky Will my quest
I'm praying to the queen of the moon Send me an angel On my way through the sea of tears Be the path of my destiny And if the quest lasts forever Out
Превод: Слобода позива. Потрага.
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
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Stand up And call your bluff Condemned forever The quest to stay alive Condemned forever The one who has survived Condemned forever What do you do nights Condemned forever Freedom
hold Reach out and die in the flames See through the lies and their ever staring eyes Now is the time to defend your ground Destiny will call to remind
Kickin' up the dust clouds here we go, out to the Wild West. Ride the ferry as the sun goes down, carrying on the quest. But on the way back all's not
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Cenos, prince of evil now your march is almost done your mighty forces gone swallowed by our gods Dragons and elves now faithfull to our quest their forces
unite in peace Both sides begin anew the quest for peace Both sides begin anew the quest for peace Both sides begin anew the quest for peace Both sides begin anew the quest
to the gates For our quest for peace had now begun And death would lead the way, lead the way! To the king and queen we now call For you and your people
unreality, Sanctuary. Take me far away-deep within the dream, There I can be free from life's misery. Each night I await the call of my silent quest
(x3) We are falling The night is calling Tears inside me Calm me down Bless me with a Leaf off of the tree On it, I see The freedom reign
to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson
Am I totally blind this time As I'm dreamin' the dreams that I fear? Some call it nightmare and some call it life What's the sense of existence in here
