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Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike (EN ESPAÑOL) (Letra y canción para escuchar) - I don't mind stealing bread / From the mouths of decadence / But I can't feed on the powerless / When my cup's already overfilled / Yeah / But it's on the
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Letra original. Traducción en Español. verse. Well I don't mind stealing bread. Bien, no me importa robar pan. From the mouths of decadence. De las bocas de la decadencia. But I can't feed on the powerless. Pero no me puedo alimentar de los sin poder. When my cup's already overfilled. Cuando mi tazón ya se desborda. verse. Yeah. Si.
14 de ene. de 1991 · Letra de Hunger Strike en español - Temple Of The Dog: No me importa robar pan, De las bocas de la decadencia, Pero no puedo alimentar la impotencia,...
Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike (tradução) (Letra e música para ouvir) - I don't mind stealing bread / From the mouths of decadence / But I can't feed on the powerless / When my cup's already overfilled / Yeah / But it's on the.
Hunger Strike. I don't mind stealing bread. From the mouths of decadence. But I can't feed on the powerless. When my cup's already overfilled. But it's on the table. The fire is cooking. And they're farming babies. While the slaves are working. The blood is on the table. And their mouths are choking. But I'm growing hungry.
Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike (Letra e música para ouvir) - I don't mind stealing bread / From the mouths of decadence / But I can't feed on the powerless / When my cup's already overfilled / Yeah / But it's on the.
Huelga de hambre. Hunger strike. I don’t mind stealin’ bread from the mouths of decadents. But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled, yeah. But it’s on the table, the fire’s cookin’. And they’re farmin’ babies, while slaves are workin’. The blood is on the table and the mouths are chokin’. But I’m goin’ hungry, yeah.
