...Thx Ale...

BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES-KELLY CLARKSON

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

"La dama correva verso lo sperone di granito a velocità sorprendente.Lo spettro studiò il terreno venti piedi più in basso,poi saltò e atterrò agile davanti a lei.L'elfa si arrestò di colpo,poi deviò per tornare sul sentiero.Dalla sua spada gocciolava nero sangue Urgali:macchiava la bisaccia che stringeva in pugno."

"I mostri cornuti sbucarono dalla foresta e la circondarono,bloccandole ogni via di fuga.La dama si guardò intorno,frenetica,ma quando capì di non avere via di scampo,si ricompose con regale dignità."

Carpathian Forest-The Old House On The Hill

He lives in a old house on the hill
This elderly man of dark secrets
Haunted by the memories decades ago
Which shaped this man throughout his life
The old house on the hill
A call from hell
Far from people, he lives in the past
Alone by himself, always alone to the last
A saw, a drill and hammering on nails
The curtain covers the dusty windows
Scratching sounds and the sound of knives
Being sharpened from time to time

The old house on the hill
The old house on the hill