il devrait ? bouger un peu. Depuis deux jours il est coince la comme ca Avec un eclat d?obus la dans le tibia Allonge comme un dormeur du Val Vivant
Mais il devrait ? bouger un peu. Depuis deux jours il est coince la comme ca Avec un eclat d?obus la dans le tibia Allonge comme un dormeur du Val Vivant
(Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything,
The seas overtaken with fire, men giving into their own desires. The world wrapped up in itself, not even noticing truly what is wealth. And I don??°
(nomiya/takanami) Translators: andrei cunha Nanimo kamo wasurete Shizuka ni nemuru no Atarashii koibito no mune de Yume miru no Shumatsu no date sae
The decision is mine Will I remain the same? The cost of getting forced into something That used to be a game The fragments of joy, the fragments of
Oh my, fever's high I laid my hands upon you Oh my, haven't you heard The truth is untrue Now I'm breathing I could not breath until you did I'm one
In the belly of a dream I bought a gram of opium seeds I heard a hundred flowers speak It's True And I met two little girl eyes Her body was a countryside
Uh, uh, uh, make me tonight Tonight make it right Uh, uh, uh, make me tonight Tonight, tonight Oh, uh, uh, make it magnificent Tonight, right Oh, your
I see a man all alone in the air I think that man needs a comb for his hair He fell from the sky on a cold afternoon Crashed into the Earth on a dark
We should spend the night in a small hotel like this Drinking champagne in it We could drive your car through the east end streets to the city And still
throw me your matches 'cos i like to burn stuff give me your lighter to keep me amused kiss your fingers goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning them kiss your
Shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through She's keeping the rain off her Saturday hairdo She stops for a coffee, she smiles at the waiter He
Got an open mind just for show Got a one track mind, don't I? Gotta go gotta go but I'm easily lead Gotta go gotta go but I'm easily God I'm lost inside
Lady love your countryside Your motorways are very nice Come and get your Aerosols And help me paint up paradise Let's get messed up boy Messed up good
She's so small Tiny and crushed up Fifty four, the size of a child Long pale hair Her eyes are all red She's got skin the color of bread He's all bald
This little creature Lives in your wardrobe He's seen you fake it He's seen you naked He's been through your pockets And sucked out your secrets He stole
Eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice still raining, spied a man he looks away I never liked him much no conversation skills went on a quiz