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- 12 temmuz 2026 arjantin isviçre maçı7
- kadinlarin erkekleri dm den taciz etmesi7
- nike'yi nayk diye okuyan hırbo5
- akp bitince ne olacak8
- macron koştu diye kavga etmek4
- z kuşağı kızları4
- uzun entry giren yazar enayiliği11
- karşıyakalı kızlar3
- soğuğu sıcağından daha iyi olan şeyler5
- ronaldocu erkek messici kız ilişkisi3
- trump'ın tr'ye 5 f 35 vereceğiz açıklaması9
- omron3
- her yazarın eşit olmaması5
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- 7 temmuz 2026 arjantin mısır maçı14
- raikagetokatlayan4
- pısırık2
- ölümden sonra yaşamın var olduğu gerçeği5
- sözlüğünü başka sözlükle aldatan hain yazar8
- otel odasında ölü bulunmak7
- macron'a koşamazsın dersen sana neler yapar2
- erling braut haaland12
- yol yabdı2
- diyetle kilo almak2
- 2026 dünya kupası26
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci12
- arjantin5
- mini etekli kız isimleri top 103
- belçika8
- ispanya7
- kol saati takmanın anlamsızlığı10
- ingiltere7
- norveç6
- isviçre4
- lahmacunu elle yiyen kız3
- fas6
- buzdolabı alacaklara tavsiyeler2
- fransa3
- sevgiliyle tatile gitmek7
- yorgun mermi7
- dünya kupasının en zayıf takımı2
- sizce uzay milyarlarca dolar harcamaya değer mi5
- tulumba tatlısı10
- egay sucukcu2
- evlenince seni çalıştırmam diyen erkek2
Sopor Aeternus şarkısı, sözlerini de yazayım da tam olsun :
i dreamt that i was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me ...
("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain ...")
i sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant shore, and in my sadness i drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore...
i'm like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone. yes, it's like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own...
("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the cell where your love might be found ...")
cover the mirrors, fragile has died, leaving but a starless ruin behind! shatter the mirrors, so that he can never be called back from the blessed silence of his sacred vault ...
no, no, no...- put an end to the show! i am going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow, to "the wild, weird clime that lies, sublime, out of space and out of time" ...
see the shape, but can't see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as i do. know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention ...- i'm such a "friendly" lie!
("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him, it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")
"bring us a goat and we'll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain. down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the cell, where your love might be found ... bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him, it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in. oh, it's cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get you out, if you overstep time...!"
i dreamt that i was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me ...
("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain ...")
i sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant shore, and in my sadness i drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore...
i'm like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone. yes, it's like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own...
("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the cell where your love might be found ...")
cover the mirrors, fragile has died, leaving but a starless ruin behind! shatter the mirrors, so that he can never be called back from the blessed silence of his sacred vault ...
no, no, no...- put an end to the show! i am going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow, to "the wild, weird clime that lies, sublime, out of space and out of time" ...
see the shape, but can't see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as i do. know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention ...- i'm such a "friendly" lie!
("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him, it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")
"bring us a goat and we'll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain. down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the cell, where your love might be found ... bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him, it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in. oh, it's cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get you out, if you overstep time...!"
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