Vārdi:
Three Fish

The poetry of this hangover I don't want to think, not hard anyway The scenery and fish, they're bad Take another breath, another look and swallow Holding

One, two, three, four Of the men who were loved by you Some were lookin' for a woman to play One who could venture to the empty rooms And carry their

Tulkojums: Skola Zivis. Trīs Strange Days.

Tulkojums: Trīs zivis. Intelligent Zivis.

Tulkojums: Trīs zivis. Song For A Dead Girl.

Tulkojums: Trīs zivis. Klusums apakšā.

Tulkojums: Trīs zivis. Nenotverams Ones.

Tulkojums: Trīs zivis. Zagreba.

digits criss crossed Just kidding girl, fast forward now we holding hands Tag my name on her binder, so they know that I'm her man Sipping coca cola, Motorola pager one-four-three