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Tulkojums: Hari Mata Hari. Lejla.
Tulkojums: Nerātne, Mary. Mata Hari.
Tulkojums: Various Artists. Lejla - Hari Mata Hari.
les hommes pleurent Mata Hari! L'allure respectable D'idole a coupable Mata Hari dont le nom Dont le nom evoquait l'aube D'onze balles criblee Mata Hari
ou bien Lome Mata Hari tight promis saura te ramener Un indic'avise te tient la main Nos rendez-vous manques stoppent a Berlin tight L'vol de midi est annonce Mata Hari
La bailarina china se mira en el espejo, aun vistiendo de luto nos provoca deseo. Blusa negra cenida, falda corta de cuero, zapatos de tacon, bragas,
You ask me why, I'll tell you then Two worlds collide, we bury them We're far too drunk to see these things as they are You painted me and I sat quite
Tired of this elegant life With the best will in the world It's a thorn in your side Dazed, not a little confused Let the patient do the work They got
Cold stares that felt so warm with you I know everything has changed you shatter my confidence and now I see the logic break my breath runs dry everything
The plan revamped processed to fit the man grasp on to a vague notion that everything will be ok desperate heartless dragged down by a crippled will that
You said, "I've something to say" Then you got that look in your eye "There is something you've got to know" And you said it as you started to cry I'
All my friends told me someday you'd leave me But your sweet words of love were all that I could hear It's so hard realizing you decieve me now I just
We're two parties, two parties ending What if you move? What if you hide? There's only so much you can miss Before we both collide A little tornado,
There is no stopping of what can't be stopped There is no killing of what can't be killed There is no stopping of what can't be stopped There is no killing
Soaked yourself in gasoline And you're down the [Incomprehensible] Are you lying, frying pan eyes You pawn my box at the Highland store You're waitress
And you say: "your kissing gets worse, You grow colder, colder, It is not like it was before, Now all is torn" Well, you thought it would be perfect
