"La Gran Victoria Sobre La Muerte" Songtext
von Radaid

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat


Don′t try to explain yourself
Why red is in your ears
A hero standing out there
Waiting for the sun to rise in a cross

Never walk with your eyes so open
Never walk with your heart so broken
Alone, He's so alone
He′s so alone, He's so
Long, long way to go

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to a single feeling
I stood close to a crowd screaming
I stood far from my sense of living

In your mind you are framing people
Made from wood and hate with your broken black scissors
In your mirrow there's no more peace, oh!
Try to recognize yourself with your wisdom

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to a single feeling
I stood close to a crowd screaming
Run your voice and down, you go down!


I said, I want you for, for
Stand near the window and smoke a cigarette
Same floor with a little crowd dying all alone
I don′t want to see that

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to a single feeling
I stood close to a crowd screaming
I stood far from my sense of living

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I said, I want you for, for
Stand near the window and smoke a cigarette

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to that little lily

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat

Tra-yam-BA-kam ya-jaa-MA-he
Su-gan-dhim pu-shti-var-dha-NAM
Ur-vaa-ru-ka-mi-va ban-DHA-naat
Mrit-your-muk-shee-ya maam-RI-taat