Lyrics:
scavenger of death
Of death
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors
the
Norwegian Blue, beautiful plumage, innit?
- The plumage don't enter into
It - it's stone dead
- No, no - it's just resting - Alright then
If it's resting I'll
born
And all your juvenile plumage
Is falling to the forest floor
You lost your teenage plumage
So you make the same mistakes again once more
Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's
Restin'! Remarkable bird, the
Norwegian Blue, idn'it
Ay? Beautiful plumage!
Mr praline: The plumage don't enter
Into
Getting ready for the night…
When the cold covers his plumage with a veil, he feels tired and sleeps
When the cold covers his plumage with a veil, he feels
claim the night
Warmer climes give brighter plumage
Stronger winds the breeze of Alpine heights
You spread your wings and find what's right
The siren
cries
No if I had wings
I'd use 'em to scoop them off their feet
I'd wrap 'em around
With my beautiful plumage made of feathers and rock 'em to sleep
hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab camoflage
Into the gaudy plumage
filles, ça me sort par les narines
Non, non ne prend pas le maïs
Nous, les oiseaux
Nous en avons besoin
Pour notre plumage si beau
Non, non ne prend pas le
When it's all burned down
There's nothing left in this old town
Something stirs beneath
Rising with the heat
The ashes cover streets
Its plumage
plumage (Tout mon plumage)
Leur fait d'autant plus mal (Plus mal)
La flemme du plumard j'en ai marre (Oh ohhh)
Trouve plus du tout l'sommeil
(No dommage)
and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab camoflage
Into the gaudy plumage
Which is
dad, I slid in a foreign
Got extended mag clips on the tourist
I plumage my image my image
I stay with the shooter's
Sike, i walk around town with
t’as pas de bon sens”
Il faut savoir cerner les angles trop carrés
Pis les plumages arrangés
Il faut savoir cerner les angles trop carrés
Pis les
Brasse-moé la cage
Mais fais-moé pas perdre
Mon plumage
Amène-moé que'que part
Moé ailleurs
Ouin, j'ai dit
Brasse-moé la cage
Mais fais-moé pas
J'le fais mieux que toutes les autres
Ça fait partie de mon charme
Regarde mon beau plumage!
Je suis le vol des outardes
Qui avancent en diagonale
La
ta destinée
Hé I Ya Ho -Monter plus haut
Hé I Ya Ho- Voler plus haut
Et risqu'un peu de ton plumage
Puisqu'il faut y aller
Dépiste-tout sur ton
Black plumage
Eyes right out of hell
Claws like knives
Spreading his black wings
With his cry comes death
Bringer of the plagues
Taker of all
rester sage
Et accepter le plumage, plumage
Ou je peux me venger
Un ange sans ailes
À cause de toi
Je perdis les miennes
Quand tu me les arrachas
Un ange
Je chante comme un rabot, mais je suis le plus beau
Je suis honoré d'un grand bec coloré
J'ai un beau plumage noir et toutes sortes d'accessoires
Je
When it's all burned down
There's nothing left in town
Something stirs beneath
Rising with the heat
The ashes cover streets
Its plumage glows with
hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab camoflage
Into the gaudy plumage
plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex
There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage
And fine feathers are not proper for the man
When a-ctually
plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex
There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage
And fine feathers are not proper for the man
When a-ctually
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