На краю бескрайней синевы Над ручьём с дощатыми мостками Там где васильки среди травы Я любуюсь молча облаками Лёгкий дым в далёкой тишине Нет причин
(iwamura/nomiya) Translators: stuart larosa, ted mills, andrei cunha, alex di gangia Iwamura: nanji? Maki: non trovo l'orologio. I: onaka suita?
Once upon a time I pressed rewind Two left feet, I had no beat Baby in the corner learning quick Keep up, keep up, keep up Graduation take a bow See how
(Verse 1) It beats so strong like a melody Where do I belong? You keep spinning me round, round, round Don't want to come down, down, down Love to play
Que me deja Unas galeras Para sobrevivir en el madero Que me deja unas galeras Para quitar los cabos Del Senor el Nazareno Dios mio de mi alma Que pena
Cuando nosotros cantemos En este mundo muy bueno Queremos que la gente se levanta para bailar Cuando nosotros cantemos En este mundo muy bueno Queremos
I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me And I enjoy an accolade like the rest And you could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
You're the one We jump for joy whenever Oh so jolly Ol' Saint Nicholas passes by Spreadin' spirit with a twinklin' eye Ol' Saint Nicholas Over head
Jolly old Saint Nicholas Lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon Now, you dear old man
Started rubbing sticks together Thought a spark would take forever Never dreamt this fire would appear When Moses saw the bush in flames And heard the
If I tried to tell you If I tried to find a way To explain this freedom Of living underneath this grace Would it be absurd? Can a heart be heard? To think
What if you're right? And he was just another nice guy What if you're right? What if it's true? They say the cross will only make a fool of you And what
Hello, Mr. Darkcloud Never thought that we would meet so soon Never thought I'd bundle up in June Funny how the fog rolls Funnier that I'd know who to
When I met him on a sidewalk He was preaching to a mailbox Down on 16th Avenue And he told me he was Jesus Sent from Jupiter to free us With a bottle
Is it any wonder That she would feel less than real When she reveals what is clearer In her mirror Take a look around her Magazines, glamour queens Waist
I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me And I enjoy an accolade like the rest And you can take my picture and hang it in a gallery Of
I was certain that I knew You At the tender age of twelve You'd so often been described by those Who said they knew You well Dark and rugged in Your thirties