Funerailles Lyrics & Chords By Roberto Plano

Le froid envahit sa pauvre ãme, Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui, La sculpture aux regards infãmes, Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit. Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis, Dans...read more

Life is pain, pain is lost Life is pain, pain is lost Lost is mine for living wild The innocent are dying They were pure as pure as love Ooh they were pure as pure as love ...read more