sábado, 6 de octubre de 2007

APOCALYPTICA - PATH

eL VIDEO ORIGINAL:




LA VERSION CANTADA CON SANDRA NASIC:




Y AQUI LA LETRA:

I want to live in fire
with all the taste I desire
it’s all good if you let me dive
with sharks on the ground

you loose your routine
you loose your routine
you loose your routine
cause I found my path

what the hell are you trying
now I know there is something more
what happened to you
still staying on my path
are you still denying
now I know there is something more
that this is the truth
it’s all in you

what do you came for
what did you expect to find
what do you came for
what did you expect to find
what do you came for
what did you expect to find
what do you came for
what did you expect to find

so boundless I feel
and boundless all my fears
stop running back to old times

you loose your routine
cause I found my path

what the hell are you trying
now I know there is something more
what happened to you
still staying on my path
are you still denying
now I know there is something more
that this is the truth
it’s all in you

what the hell are you trying
now I know there is something more
what happened to you
still staying on my path
are you still denying
now I know there is something more
that this is the truth
it’s all in you

3 comentarios:

Anthony de Hentzau dijo...

Yo prefiero la versión instrumental, la original. De canciones de Apocalyptica cantadas me quedo con "Faraway".

PD: En las votaciones anteriores, voté "Serial Killer". :p

Marta dijo...

A mi también me gusta más la versión instrumental. Es un grupo que me encanta. Los vi en directo hace unos 4 años y no me arrepiento del calor, ni de tener que esperar hasta pasadas las 3 de la mañana para verlos (cosa de los retrasos en los vuelos), ni de la cantidad de kilómetros que nos hicimos.

Uno de los mejores conciertos que he visto. La piel de gallina oiga!

Pável dijo...

Hmmmm, he de decir que yo soy Mucho más Kitsch.

Si tuviera que haver una Banda Sonora para Una sarta de mentiras, seguramente estarían las Supremas de Mostoles, jaja.