Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar. Barricada policial Hay que traspasar Barricada policial Hay que matar, hardcore! Barricada policial
Dejame que pose para ti eres tu mi artista preferida dejame tenerte junto a mi prometo estarte agradecido prometo estarte agradecido. Si fuera yo capaz
ترجمة: Barricada. الترتر.
ترجمة: 2 دقيقة. Barricada.
ترجمة: لوس Muertos دي كريستو. إلى المتاريس.
: Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar. Barricada policial Hay que traspasar Barricada policial Hay que matar, hardcore! Barricada policial
: Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar. Barricada policial Hay que traspasar Barricada policial Hay que matar, hardcore! Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar
: Dejame que pose para ti eres tu mi artista preferida dejame tenerte junto a mi prometo estarte agradecido prometo estarte agradecido. Si fuera yo
Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar. Barricada policial Hay que traspasar Barricada policial Hay que matar, hardcore! Barricada policial Hay que enfrentar
I still remember when we were rolling in the rain to steal all from life we?re left alwais empty-handed we were consoled by the blood pact with the future
Control towers stab the empty sundown The verdicts brand innocent or guity? In the time of the waged sacrifice only fakis can keep their balance on the
His scars are reminders of the bite from the silver teeth of the white monkey of the silent lands of the sweat of the slavers and of the truce completed
If you wanna ask quotation of the dollar ask the gouvernaments how much they cost This democracy of massacres where banks train guns but there?s slogan
many dawns shall we see through the bars? children of Revolution let?s open the gates of strength Unite ?n? Organize at front line from over the INTERNATIONAL BARRICADE
The light of the old prison cast a shadow of the perfect crime on the pavements of the south quarter I want to meet you again over there near the wall
Far away from my home I?m holdin? three diamonds in the left throught days that return and every night I sleep near a ravine I?m stanger in rooms where
Town after town, night after night we tried hard and in splite of our feet burning we went straight on When we started we wanted everything and now we
Bad news from swing street Jonathan was only seventeen when armed he went into the cours of S. Rafael in august nineteen seventy Bad news from swing
