Well, the farmer prayed for a better year And the crops were good like the Lord did hear But his barn burned down with winter near The answer came in
It isn4t allover yet, he still twists his head form side to side Every morning comes like a warning, Every morning comes like a warning some men were
There she goes With her rain coloured clothes And a heart that never beat so strong Well I suppose Isn't it a shame That I should let her walk away Without
Ive been throu the river Ive gone throu the storm Ive been throu the fire the battles ive won lets start with November i slept by an angel that once
Pretty pendent, descendants of joy Return the father to the boy Resent your past, repent at last We are only lines on a map Calenders & clocks And hickory
I've heard stories through silence and we laugh at the end and declare that today was the best day we've lived but the end of the night draws a calm
I love, I love, I love my calender girl Yeah, sweet calender girl I love, I love, I love my calender girl Each and every day of the year (January) You
Notice every day go by, knowing what you didn't try. Numbers flashing in your head, worry replaced it instead. Looking across the water, pondering what
Son cabas sous le bras, en pleine nonchalance Un peintre en batiment de moyenne importance En ce jour de conge, traine son anatomie Un sourrie iradiant
Looking around, I think I've been here before, an all too familiar sensation This heavy breathing, the smell of your hair, the subtle silence as I'm
De tantos lios que me meto, el tuyo ha sido tan total. Pero ahora busco la forma mejor, de que olvides y olvidarme yo. Ya no encajo, no te enganes, en
All this time We've been crossing off days On the calendar pages And all this time Has been wasted away
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and
Anna che fai sopra quel calendario? Anna perche' tu sei tutta nuda? Anna cosi' non s'incontra per strada Anna cos'e'? burro e cioccolata penso alla tua
(Il processo di Nogaredo) (Fossati - Lamberti Bocconi) L'Accusa Durante gli interrogatori e riuscito che le imputate in tempo di luna al primo quarto
May, May, the flowers bloom; A June wedding, an empty room. July was very warm-O Li-lo, lullo, li-lo. August, we beat the heat Fled the suburb for the
Sent to the liars With my neck being hung by the wires Climbed out to feel All the spiders below at my heels Rush to the trees But the dark-coated ones