We keep on burying our dead We keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help The rain doesn't help If my garden would have a fence Then the rabbits couldn't just come in And sit on the grass and eat all the flowers And shit Hi, I'm Icarus, I'm falling down Man for judgment must prepare me Spare oh God and mercy Spare Man, I have a terrible feeling That some thing's gone awful very wrong with the world Is it something we made? Is it something we ate? Is it something we drank? Hi I'm Icarus, I'm falling From the dust of earth Returning back for judgment we must prepare Spare oh god and mercy Spare me Lacrimosa Lacrimosa They keep on burying our dead They keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help And all we've got is a giant crop of names and dates Hi I'm Icarus, I'm falling down On this day of tears and mourning From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must spare me Spare oh god and mercy Spare me Lacrimosa Lacrimosa Lacrimosa dies ilia Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com