Letra da Música Dirty Hands de Machiavel

(Thierry Plas, Roland De Greef, Marc Ysaye,
Hervé Borbé, Mario Guccio)

Would you come down to hear me to night
I'd like to feel the "Warm" of love again
When you'll show me that you just don't care
No one says this would be that far that pain
Dirty hands to wash her face
Dirty hands to clean her brain
Well I need a day off, but it could "take a year"
Now I need to rest enough to ride a mile in a minute dear
This world is made of, all unknown that shares
The pulse of life I need to find my age
Dirty hands with an angel face
Dirty hands to clean her brain

Everlasting love was here gone with the knife which is made of steel
Everlasting love in hell join the line put down your name
Dirty hands are in paradise
Dirty hands are never alone
Dirty hands are nothing you own

Would you come down and listen to me
I'd like to feel the " Warm" of love again
Dirty hands are coming your way
Dirty hands knows how to play

Everlasting love was here gone with the knife which is made of steel
Everlasting love in hell join the line put down your name
Dirty hands back from paradise
Dirty hands with an angel face
Dirty hands to clean your brain

Dirty hands are coming your way
Dirty hands are here to stay