Слова:
Anda Bunga

I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore Out their eyelashes Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd Covet my brother's Kenievel Christmas time is

Waiting by the side of the road For day to break so we could go Down into Los Angeles With dirty hands and worn out knees I keep crawling back to you

Tonight we ride, right or wrong Tonight we sail, on a radio song Rescue me, should I go down If I stay too long in trouble town Oh, yeah, you wreck me

Ich will morgens in den spiegel schauen ohne zu erschrecken einen fernsehsender den ich anschaun kann ohne zu zappen was zum essen in meinem kühlschrank

When summertime is gone and snow begins to fall You can sing this song and say to one and all You are my flower that's blooming in the mountain so high

Waiting by the side of the road For day to break so we could go Down into Los Angeles With dirty hands and worn out knees I keep crawling back to you

(Georges Bizet - CARMEN) La fleur que tu m'avais jetA©e, Dans ma prison m'A©tait restA©e. FlA©trie et sA©che, cette fleur Gardait toujours sa douce odeur

Blazing a trail to the Southern cities From the streets of our hometown Basement bars, we played from the heart In the company of our friends If I write

Scream the words in melody so I could take it in or I'll pretend to You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's I'm at the