(Finardi-Fabbri-Finardi) Forse e vero che a Cuba non c'e il paradiso che non vorremmo essere in Cina a coltivare riso che sempre piu spesso ci si trova
un treno, inseguendo il ragazzo gitano con lo zaino sotto il violino e se sei persa in qualche fredda terra straniera ti mando una ninnananna per sentirti
Переклад: Modena City Ramblers. Колискова.
(Finardi-Fabbri-Finardi) Forse e vero che a Cuba non c'e il paradiso che non vorremmo essere in Cina a coltivare riso che sempre piu spesso ci si
di un treno, inseguendo il ragazzo gitano con lo zaino sotto il violino e se sei persa in qualche fredda terra straniera ti mando una ninnananna per sentirti
Honey is for bees silly bear Besides there's jellybeans everywhere It's not what it seems in the land of dreams Don't worry your head just go to sleep
I cannot say 'oh sweetness' like he could and I cannot play a lullaby like it should I'll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so
She grew up with the children of the stars In the Hollywood hills, in the Boulevard Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there They hung out with
On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes Softly through the shadow of the evenin' sun Stealin' past the windows of the blissfully dead Looking for the
You're still awake and I can feel the tears dryin' on your skin And I wish that they were mine I touch your hand, I kiss your lips to make you feel I'
On candystripe legs spiderman comes Softly through the shadow of the evening sun Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead Looking for the victim
I give you stars and sunshine A rainbow at your feet each time you rise So dry your eyes The house of yesterday is crumblin' at my feet But I don't mind
Now i cant help but stare at your shirt on the chair its been watching me cry for weeks and i can still see your face watching my heart break in the
You picked me up, dried me off You were hopelessly devoted to my darkest hour I knew I broke every rule Just so I'd be close to you And I was just your
Hush now, baby, don't you cry Rest your wings, my butterfly Peace will come to you in time And I will sing this lullaby No, though I must leave, my child