Tibbe Schrijft Lyrics & Chords By Peter Vermeersch

I only find within my bones, A taste for eating earth and stones. When I feed, I feed on air, Rocks and coals and iron ore. My hunger, turn. Hunger, feed: A field of bran. Gather...read more

Когда горят огнем витрины на старых улицах Москвы, Нетрудно встретить этого мужчину небесной...read more

Have you seen the iron lady's charms Legs of steel, leather on her arms Taking on a man to die A life for a life, an eye for an eye And death's the iron lady in the chair ...read more

Once, there was a little boy And he had ten thousand friends And he counted them upon his fingertips But by the end He'd forgotten where he started So he counted them again ...read more

She came from the south, straight into my kitchen Head fucked and filled with doubt And without a point of direction She felt sad and I was counting the beats of my heart One,...read more