A gentle rustling assents to gusts of fury south and west Foretelling of the nearing guest of rapture and of doom forlorn Behold the streams, the undesired
Переклад: Магні. Коли прийде час.
Now its decision time Which one will stay which one will say goodbye Just my luck to find Someone who makes me want to leave her behind We took the backseat
Offer me eternity And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Lookin' for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on
Keep that thing in your pants You got nothing for me, no Your sister knows how to dance She might be more my speed, yeah She moves just like a panther
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
Yeah, I'm gonna kick 'em out! Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could Get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all gotta [Incomprehensible] of what we
A little room on 7th street is getting cold And secrets sing like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked
show the way I feel With you I might try my secrets to reveal For you are a magnet and I am steel For you are a magnet and I am steel For you are a magnet
sun proved false As it always does Some of them would be lost And some would sail back home It was no star but a magna of illusion I mean by that, the
There's a little pile of ashes Where my old life used to be Credit cards and memories All dumped into the sea Well, this ain't no time for bullshit As
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER All girls thinkin' the same "I'm gonna turn him around Be the one to change his ways He won't resist my
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER When I'm coming out to play When I'm walking down the street When I'm moving to the beat I give nothing
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Stone, the world is stone It's no trick of the light It's hard on the soul Stone, the world is stone Cold
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER l'm born and bred in pollution's grip First three weeks fed by a CO drip Ain't no breast Passed the test
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER I never planned my daily round I've never loved the common task I don't rebel, I don't accept I've often
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Ziggy, I call him Ziggy I'm so hot for him He's not at all like all the rest But he's held out and he's
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER The tower grows into the night The power pumps fortissimo There are no pressures at this height The world
