Letra de Charlatan (English Version) - Opeth
Letra de canci�n de Charlatan (English Version) de Opeth lyrics
[Intro]
"Vem �r Gud? Vad �r Gud?"
"Det �r en sv�r fr�ga!"
"Jag tror inte p� Gud"
"Tror du p� Gud?"
"Nej!"
"Varf�r skulle jag?"
[Verse 1]
Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight
Counting
Three thousand years of Winter's blight
Ticking off against my heart
[Chorus]
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
[Verse 2]
Three hundred days in an endless night
Frost smiles
Three hundred weapons on manhunt
Craving more blood to its name
[Chorus]
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
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A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
[Bridge]
Cities, violated graves
Yonder distance, perfect slave
You
[Outro]
"Gud, Gud, Gud... �r Gud hans namn?"
"N�, Jesus!"
"Finns det bara en Gud?"
"N�"
"Hur m�nga finns det?"
"30 miljoner hundratusentals"
"Oj!"
"Det �r en I varje land"
"Ok. Kan de prata med varandra?"
"N�"
"Han kan flyga bara har ett huvud, p� en m�nbild!"
"Folk s�ger att han vakar �ver oss d�r uppe"
"En d�r"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Vad tror du h�nder n�r man d�r?"
"Jag tror v�l mest att man... ligger kvar p� sin gravplats, typ"
"Vem �r Gud? Vad �r Gud?"
"Det �r en sv�r fr�ga!"
"Jag tror inte p� Gud"
"Tror du p� Gud?"
"Nej!"
"Varf�r skulle jag?"
[Verse 1]
Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight
Counting
Three thousand years of Winter's blight
Ticking off against my heart
[Chorus]
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
[Verse 2]
Three hundred days in an endless night
Frost smiles
Three hundred weapons on manhunt
Craving more blood to its name
[Chorus]
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlour
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/charlatan--english-version--opeth.php
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
[Bridge]
Cities, violated graves
Yonder distance, perfect slave
You
[Outro]
"Gud, Gud, Gud... �r Gud hans namn?"
"N�, Jesus!"
"Finns det bara en Gud?"
"N�"
"Hur m�nga finns det?"
"30 miljoner hundratusentals"
"Oj!"
"Det �r en I varje land"
"Ok. Kan de prata med varandra?"
"N�"
"Han kan flyga bara har ett huvud, p� en m�nbild!"
"Folk s�ger att han vakar �ver oss d�r uppe"
"En d�r"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Det finns inget r�tt eller fel"
"Vad tror du h�nder n�r man d�r?"
"Jag tror v�l mest att man... ligger kvar p� sin gravplats, typ"