Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) - Kornel Kovacs, Jenny Wilson

Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) - Kornel Kovacs, Jenny Wilson

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Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain)
Год
2014
Язык
`English`
Длительность
235140

Below is the lyrics of the song Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) , artist - Kornel Kovacs, Jenny Wilson with translation

Lyrics " Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) "

Original text with translation

Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain)

Kornel Kovacs, Jenny Wilson

I came with a wind, got sand on my tongue.

Strike me again, the beat will make me young

I came with a wind and danced through the dust

Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust

And how could I rest?

Got a storm in my veins

Pyramids rose out of our pain

Pyramids rose out of my pain

I got problems, problems, all I know.

Welcome trouble, get on board.

Here the dark is worn too.

Golden, jaded Jesus suit.

Give us hunger, give us drought.

Give us poor some water.

Swarm of locusts ate our bread.

Fever, damage, rots and bed.

Problems, problems, made us rot.

Tutanchamun died this time.

Nectar bleeds out of this root.

Floods of blood run through Beirut

Give us hunger, give us drought.

Give us poor some water.

Give me holes in my hands.

Pyramids rose out of my pain

Problems, problems, all I know.

You’re not a stranger, get on board.

Riots, streets lie in a mess.

All the legends will lead to dread

I came with a wind and danced through the dust

Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust

And how could I rest?

Got a storm in my veins

Pyramids rose out of our pain

Pyramids rose out of my pain

I got problems, problems, all I know.

Welcome trouble, get on board.

Here the dark is worn too.

Golden, jaded Jesus suit.

Give us hunger, give us drought.

Give us poor some water.

Swarm of locusts ate our bread.

Fever, damage, rots and bed.

Problems, problems, made us rot.

Tutanchamun died this time.

Nectar bleeds out of this root.

Floods of blood run through Beirut

Give us hunger, give us drought.

Give us poor some water.

Give me holes in my hands.

Pyramids rose out of my pain.

Pyramids rose out of my pain.

Pyramids rose out of my pain.

Pyramids rose out of my pain.

Give me holes in my hands.

Pyramids rose out of my pain

Problems, problems, made us rot.

Tutanchamun died this time.

Nectar bleeds out of this root.

Floods of blood run through Beirut

Give us hunger, give us drought.

Give us poor some water.

Give me holes in my hands.

Pyramids rose out of my pain.

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