Idioma Origen:
Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
Written up in marker on a factory sign
'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
I see the arrow they shot, trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go
Of you ooooh
'Cause you do
Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
On every street, every car, every surface are names
And at the streets arise, we'll be writting and saying
'Don't let them take control'
No we won't let them take control
Yes I feel a little bit nervous
Yes I feel nervous and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us?
How come they're out when they don't know the facts
So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark
Concrete canvas I go making my mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I'll be armed with the spray can soul
You
Ooohooh
Oh you
Ooohooh
'Cause you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh
It's true
When you use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven
Idioma Destino:
Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
Written up in marker on a factory sign
'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold
I see the arrow they shot, trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go
Of you ooooh
'Cause you do
Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
On every street, every car, every surface are names
And at the streets arise, we'll be writting and saying
'Don't let them take control'
No we won't let them take control
Yes I feel a little bit nervous
Yes I feel nervous and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us?
How come they're out when they don't know the facts
So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark
Concrete canvas I go making my mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I'll be armed with the spray can soul
You
Ooohooh
Oh you
Ooohooh
'Cause you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven
Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh
It's true
When you use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven