My heart's grown cold, there's not much left My blood won't turn and I can see my breathe She walks above the angels room Catch the snow, feels like winter
Hast du heute schon geglaubt Und dir einen Gott erlaubt Hast du Gott heut umgebracht Und ihn danach neu erdacht Bist du vA¶llig ausgebrannt Von
begun Roses are the flower he would prefer Scatter all his ashes on the pier Genova Heights, Genova Heights Are hard to leave, are hard to leave The bedroom lights of Genova
(the pilot of your thighs) Genevieve, genevieve Dreaming of those castles in the sky Genevieve, genevieve And clocks that couldn't wait to tell the time
Genevieve, Listen for a while. We are young, Waking all the time. Growing as we do, See the truth we lose, How we soon forget This love. Genevieve, Tell
She reaches for her latest reading Her pillow's folded Her mind is reeling round She can't remember What made this different Before her clock was Fifteen
Mulla ei oo silmA¤t tummat Jotka olis paljon halutummat Ei vitsit irtoo tyttA¶seurassa Tanssipaikoissa oon seinA¤n reunassa Se johtuu, se johtuu Gee-
Genova per noi (Paolo Conte) Con quella faccia un po' cosi' quell'espressione un po' cosi' che abbiamo noi prima di andare a Genova che ben sicuri mai
Lieschen, Lischen, Lischenkomm ein bisschen, bisschen, bisschen,auf den Rasen, mir einen blasen.So wie fruher, fruher, fruher ohne Gummiuberzieher,ohne
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Genevieve, genevieve..... I went down to some backroom joint Where I spent the night before, Looking for the girl I love - She left and wrote her name
My heart's grown cold There's not much left My blood won't turn And I can see my breath She walks above, the angel's rule Kicks the snow, feels like winter
la nave nel porto sembrava aspettare me In questa citta senza posto neanche per piangere gli amanti stringevano al petto il loro lungo addio Ritornerai come sempre Ritornerai a Genova
Serra: Si Fazio: E? cantata da una voce straordinaria Serra: E? una storia di cronaca, una delle canzoni non tra le piu conosciute Fazio: Non tra le