Un SMS vient d?arriver, j?ai 18 ans, Envolee ma virginite, je suis plus un enfant. L?horloge tourne, les minutes sont torrides Et moi je reve d?accelerer
(feat. Biggie Smalls) [beeps] [phone rings] [Intro:] [50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit! [Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts] [Chorus
In the board room the quiet man takes a Second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half than the old man himself, Though it weighed
Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand
Here's a scale, weigh it out, and you'll find easily more than sufficient doubt, that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand
And I walk through the empty streets thoughts fill my head but then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed
Tout a coup le coucou dans mon coeur se met sonner Tres fort bien, plus fort que lorsque je fais mes crises A me jeter partout par terre contre les meubles
Sabes Muy Bien Que Siempre Estuve Ahi Sabes Que Nunca Me Aparte De Ti Siempre Buscando Una Respuesta Y Solo Encuentro Mas Preguntas No Sabes Que Se Siente
Dejaron la puerta entreabierta y a expensas de que entrasen cosas malas diran de ti. Deja los suenos pa cuando me duerma y de los ojos tu mirar, en tu
(A.P. Carter) Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring I will pawn you this heart in my bosom Only say that
(Emmylou Harris) Old brown clock ticking on my shelf Take my mind to someplace else Little gold clock ticking by my bed Funny little people dancing '
(Mickael Miro) Un SMS vient d'arriver, j'ai 18 ans, Envolee ma virginite, je suis plus un enfant. L'horloge tourne, les minutes sont torrides Et
Lost my watch, watch and chain, but time's not lost This time we walk together beside the slow black river Water-walking over mud you whisper something
[Intro: x2] Let's review the essential of cool A brief study of the things so instrumental to you That make me feel flyer than lobbys at belvenus An exclaimer
C'est la marche des esclaves Qui enchainent qui en bavent Meme tard dans la nuit Tard endormis C'est la marche des esclaves Et du click clock Qui fait
Horloge ! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit "Souviens-toi ! Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton c?ur plein d'effroi