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NAPRA: Tulipános | Tulip Song (Isztambuli ugrós)

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Uploaded by on May 3, 2010

Napra zenekar Holdvilágos című második albumáról.

Both Miklós - gitár, ének /guitar,vocal
Krámli Kinga - ének / vocal
Bobár Zoltán "Boby"-harmonika/accordeon
Hegedűs Máté -- hegedű / violin
Pfeiler Ferenc - dobok / drums
Winter Csaba - basszus / bass

Tulip Song

My heart is wicked, black around the edges,
If in the morning youre still here, stay as lunch.
Tulips look gay as they wither away,
Ill roast your heart in a cold oven of clay.

I will roast your heart, for sure.

My heart is wicked but deep down shallows hide,
You wont see again what you have thrown inside.
Tulips look gay as they wither away.
In the left corner a spider weaves its web,
And the picture now gets sound.
Just till the dream lasts the word
But rarely is it heard,
Even our feet stop at that
And only our wings are rustling,
It is really freezing darkness.
All that is ours is the howling of wolves.

I will roast your heart, for sure.

My heart is wicked, black around the edges,
If in the morning youre still here, stay as lunch.
Tulips look gay as they wither away.
Down in my garden the ending takes place,
And you wouldnt like it either.
But only our wings are rustling,
Only our feet are moving,
The blue of the sky,
The sea of rolling clouds,
That is really the true darkness.
All that is ours is the howling of wolves.

My heart is wicked, black around the edges,
If in the morning youre still here, stay as lunch.
Tulips look gay as they wither away.
Down in my garden the ending takes place,
And you wouldnt like it either.
But only our wings are rustling,
Only our feet are moving,
The blue of the sky,
The sea of rolling clouds,
That is really the true darkness.
All that is ours is the howling of wolves.

My heart is wicked, shallow and deep,
You wont see again what you have thrown in.
Tulips look gay as they wither away.
Down in my garden the ending takes place,
And you wouldnt like it either.
But only our wings are rustling,
Only our feet are moving,
The blue of the sky,
The sea of rolling clouds,
That is really the true darkness.
All that is ours is the howling of wolves.

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  • gyáj de furcsa elsőre... aztán meg dejó :)

  • Én konkrétan naponta vagy 10x meghallgatom

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  • Kinga élőben is jol küldi...

  • Zseniális.

  • A legjobb daluk szerintem :)))

  • Köszönöm MR2 Petőfi, hogy eljuttatod hozzám az értéknek mondható dalokat! :)

  • Konkrétan megunhatatlan:)

  • kolbászos-rájás pizza, és nicole kidman disznot vag. na ide mar ne sullyedjunk!!

  • elsőre tényleg furcsa!!!!! de nagyon poénos XD

  • de amilyen jó felvételen, olyan ratyi élőben : D az mer nem ugyanez : \

  • Hihetetlenek nagyon szeretem őket!! Egyedüli amit csinálnak.

    És az egészben az a szép hogy ez a szám számukról csak egy gegnek készült,hogy ilyen lenne ha populáris zenét játszanának.

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