sei lontano / che sia il telefono che parla piano / quanto mi mancherai... / quanto mi mancherai io non voglio credere / di piu' quanto mi mancherai / proiezioni
Sois mon ami je t'en supplie Plus rien ni personne pour moi ne sonne Toujours tout seul, pas a demi Trois jours sans que mots ne soient sortis Chez moi
[Music: Juancar '95] [Lyrics: Dave Rotten] No Arms, No Legs Confined In A Bed For The Rest Of His Life A Night, With His Bride Inside The Car They Were
Falling into deep trance Linked to my inner self Follow steps of the wisdom masters Bearers of the way Concentrate, you elevate An ancient art reveals
what crime is worth the signature - right what lie is worth the sacrifice of knowing you are true to yourself of holding in a truce this our time in life
Distance seems to overtake and rain down on me. What are we waiting for? We're praying for the screen to burn. But I've seen this one before and still
An invented sun, rays reflecting the cosmic glow Deceptive radiance Our invented gods halt the active mind No alteration Illusory acts in circles
Leaving the body into a spectral scenery Floating virtually on the outer surface, a return to abstract fantasy Ethereal hallucinations, lucid dreamlike
We're back on stage since years of trying, Hardest goals between our different minds We fought for this Yeah my body completely refuse the idea To give
Leaving the body Dreaming on an astral plane Travelling on imagery Visual potential aware Psychic concentration Levitating above the self Out of body
Vertimas: Astral Projection. Apšvietos evoliucija.
Vertimas: Astral Projection. Šokiai Galaxy.
Vertimas: Astral Projection. Black \u0026amp; White.
Vertimas: Astral Projection. Tebūnie šviesa.
Vertimas: Astral Projection. Jausmai.