R. Williams Rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome But the sickness bites hard And yes, the razor's old Their poisons braced in surrender Killed
Oversettelse: Christian Death. The Angels (korsformet).
Par-dela les brumes et les orages, Ballotte sans treves par les caprices du destin, Il faut rassembler quelques courages, Pour l'avenir et les tempetes
Love, you're getting lazy You're forgettin' to give me Sweet sugar words that I wanna hear You've been neglectin' me You know jealously, it is a bitter