There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield Anyd any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly
(A.Radius- O.Avogadro) Scarpe di corda e una gonnellina blu aria balorda vent'anni su per giu non t'ama piu non t'ama piu piccola amica non piangere
Gli alberi sono alti, le foglie crescon verdi Da quanto tempo non vedevi il tuo amore, da tanto, ed oggi e tornato tutto solo: e giovane ma crescera.
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Well I'm a long tall Texan I wear a ten-gallon hat (He rides from Texas wearing a ten-gallon hat) Yes I'm a long tall Texan I wear a ten-gallon hat (He
I know the truth But I can't say And I have to turn my head And look the other way I'm not afraid And I won't lie As long as I see no wrong I won't need
Silence is all that I have to say to you Mountains like me and you don't hear the rules About what we can or we can't do I don't want to learn if learning
Tall trees in Georgia, They grow so high They shade me so And sadly walking Through the thicket I go The sweetest love I ever had I left aside
Siamo tutti fratelli d'amore e di liberta Bianchi neri rossi gialli siamo tutti insiemi Per l'eternita Vita vita vita Balla balla per noi Vola vola l'
Oyfn veg shteyt a boym Shteyt er ayn geboygn Ale feygl funem boym Zaynen zikh tsefloygn Sur la route, un arbre pleure Ses bras dechirent le brouillard
(feat. Plein du Monde) Si je tenais la goutte d'eau Qui a fait deborder l'orage De la grisaille des nuages Donnant quarante jours de pluie Si je tenais
Je suis entre en courant dans le bar a mes trousses une bande de malabars la toliere sympa me jette un regard et du coin de l'oeil me designe le placard
Dans les belles banlieues d' Paris De la Courneuve a Champigny Les gosses qui jouent dans la rue Ont bon appetit Oui mais partout c'est pareil C' qui
The Sovereign Lord is my strength He enables me to go on the heights And I am not afraid The Sovereign Lord is my strength Where are the greener pastures
Dans les yeux de Viola, On peut lire les maux qu'elle a. Sur son chemin de croix, Y a des hommes qui n'en sont pas. Qui viennent a la chaine Semer
Shitfaced, fumbling in a dark place, drinking in the last days this street looks just like the next street, bumblefuck on repeat this time you should
Two winters gone in a blur of sleepless nights Day in, day out, I worked through the same old plight By then I'd stopped looking for my way out Somehow
And the first went, and poured upon the earth; and there fell (...) A grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast (...). "And the second