You are walking alone and the wind lifts The dust of the grief of separates lives
You can hear the weight of the falling rooms Of the failling lives from the falling past
Tell me what is remaining of the memories
When all the cold towers take the place of the bricks Where will the children play ? And sing every day ? When nothing remains except the memories.. ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
It's called melancolia when a ghost of the past Moves in shadows of the deserted fields
Tell me when did we stop ? Walking hand in hand Breathing the city's soul, like when I was a girl
And tell me what remains, except the deep and the down ? Except the melancolia of the broken grounds ?
Now you are walking alone and you can hear the weight Of the falling rooms, from the failling lives, ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Ha ha ha.
MADAM - BROKEN CITY Lyrics
MADAM - BROKEN CITY Lyrics
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English
You are walking alone and the wind lifts The dust of the grief of separates lives
You can hear the weight of the falling rooms Of the failling lives from the falling past
Tell me what is remaining of the memories
When all the cold towers take the place of the bricks Where will the children play ? And sing every day ? When nothing remains except the memories.. ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
It's called melancolia when a ghost of the past Moves in shadows of the deserted fields
Tell me when did we stop ? Walking hand in hand Breathing the city's soul, like when I was a girl
And tell me what remains, except the deep and the down ? Except the melancolia of the broken grounds ?
Now you are walking alone and you can hear the weight Of the falling rooms, from the failling lives, ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Ha ha ha.
You can hear the weight of the falling rooms Of the failling lives from the falling past
Tell me what is remaining of the memories
When all the cold towers take the place of the bricks Where will the children play ? And sing every day ? When nothing remains except the memories.. ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
It's called melancolia when a ghost of the past Moves in shadows of the deserted fields
Tell me when did we stop ? Walking hand in hand Breathing the city's soul, like when I was a girl
And tell me what remains, except the deep and the down ? Except the melancolia of the broken grounds ?
Now you are walking alone and you can hear the weight Of the falling rooms, from the failling lives, ha
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Broken city ! Broken city !
If you walk by night, you can hear the shout Broken city ! Broken city !
You can hear the shout, of the falling walls
Ha ha ha.
Writer: Marine MASACHS, Anais BELMONTE, Gabrielle AYBRAM
Copyright: Lyrics © SHINOBEE
Copyright: Lyrics © SHINOBEE