chorus: what you really bargain for yoh nuh think about the chlidren of tomorrow tell me what you searching for We got to stay humble and babylon it a
Переклад: Джентльмен. Children Of Tomorrow.
: chorus: what you really bargain for yoh nuh think about the chlidren of tomorrow tell me what you searching for We got to stay humble and babylon it
peace, love, tenderness to follow (to follow) Singing these words: "Think of a new tomorrow" REFRAIN: Ooh, mamamaA?é mamaA?éba (mamaA?éba) (4x) Children
blood is lacking now I dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you and the tomorrow
children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. *
Can I still decide to be where the, the mad road goes 'Neath the shapeless glow? Or will we swop ourselves like children For the value of our innocence? A gentleman
at a glance The outlaw had stepped to the street to begin his advance Women grabbed children, men grabbed their wives And they ran from the street Even the soft, gentle
No, no, no, no, no I just got to get away, I can't stand it Children suffer every day Tell me baby, what's it for Fighting daily for the turf Were still
gently on the town And over the heads of all of us And in the labyrinth of streams Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of Gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle
corps condemned great tooled priest Bodies, on top of bodies I instigate mutilation Under federal investigations Kathy Pears disappeared like all the children
sorrow. * Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children
forest O Children of Night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now Night arrives with her purple legion Retire now to your tents and to your dreams Tomorrow
(scream) I just gotta get away Can?t stand it Children suffer every day Tell me baby What?s it for Fighting daily For the turf We?re still killing each