الأغاني:
Rebel François Billy

I'm all out of hope One more bad break could bring a fall When I'm far from home Don't call me on the phone To tell me you're alone It's easy to deceive

above because" In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel

Flesh, flesh, flesh for fantasy We want Flesh, flesh for fantasy We want Flesh, flesh for fantasy You cry Flesh, flesh for fantasy Face to face And back

Hearts which beat to a precise beat Fading shadows on the wall We'll cut our cards, drive out bars All for one, one for all Like a teenage heat and carnival

Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling Movin' on the queens' highway Lookin' like a streak of lightnin' If you gotta go, go, gotta go motorbike

above because" In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel

ترجمة: المعبود ، وبيلي. التمرد يصيح.

ترجمة: المعبود ، وبيلي. التمرد يصيح.

ترجمة: المعبود ، وبيلي. يصيح المتمردة [الحية والصوتية].