I'm getting stronger and I'm no longer fighting by myself.. For now locked doors are opening for me!. No turning back, I have to get out, get out, get out!.
Inside my lungs your breath did reach.. Chorus of sighs from you to me.. Love meant for someone else's lips.. But broke the seal of mine instead.. . Oh how I wonder how we slept..
لا ما عاد يرعبني.. ظلم يهددني. لا شيء أخسره.. لا مهما يطول الدرب. فالحق معه الرب.. لا شك ينصره. عزمي غدا.. كالخيل يمضي. ولئن عثرت قدمي.. ستزيد قواي.. وسنمضي.
لا ما عاد يرعبني.. ظلم يهددني. لا شيء أخسره.. لا مهما يطول الدرب. فالحق معه الرب.. لا شك ينصره. عزمي غدا.. كالخيل يمضي. ولئن عثرت قدمي.. ستزيد قواي.. وسنمضي.
A letter from home came this morning. And each line on that handwritten page. Drew a picture of life in Louisiana. And just how long that I've been away.
Can I be the one. To share your love life. To share your love life. . You live a life alone and so do I. Don't you ever get lonely and do you wonder why?.
Those were the last days of disco. Those were the last days of having fun. From New York City all the way to Frisco. We thought it'd only just begun. .
Around my death-bed, no tears no sobs. I'm entering in His kingdom. I'm Him and He is me. . Cry, sing, dance. Follow the path of your destiny. Banish impures and infaithful.
Hoy no me levantar,. no voy a salir, seguir aqu,. papapa pa, papa pa.. No s si te llamar,. nada que contar, nada que decir.. . Puede ser que despuscambie de idea,.
Lead vocal: graham dye. . Little hans, little hans, what do you see?. . The world is full of big surprises. . Little hans, little hans, what can they be?.
I am just a stranger in a promised land. I am only learning a game with rules I don't understand. Going 'round in circles, I've been 'round before. I am lost in so many ways, I can walk no more.
Let's talk about me for a minute. Well how do you think. I feel about what's been going on. Let's talk about me for a minute. Well how do you think. I feel about what's gone wrong.
Lead vocal: eric woolfson. . Maitre charcot he can send you where the winds blow. Look in his eye and your mind goes into limbo. They say, he's mad as a hatter.
Who knows where the road may. lead us, only the fool would say. Who knows if we'll meet along the. way. Follow the brightest star as far. as the brave may dare.
(1832. The teeming, squalid streets of Paris. Beggars, urchins, prostitutes, students, etc.). . Beggars. Look down, look down, and see the beggars at your feet.
(Javert walks the deserted streets until he comes to a bridge over the river Seine). JAVERT. Who is this man?. What sort of devil is he. To have me caught in a trap.