Fox in the snow, where do you go To find something you could eat? 'Cause the word out on the street Is you are starvin' Don't let yourself grow hungry
The hunt is on to find the fox Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse Much to and froing White horses showing Their pearly teeth He lead them up into
Reindeer, reindeer, reindeer I caught one of your horns And even if it rains here It's much worse in the north Reindeer, reindeer, reindeer I caught
There is a little part of me that wants the best for you Can't help but wish the best was me Coquette I bet you'd say I am a vixen ripe for play You sound
On a cold forest oak sat the crow With a fine piece of cheese in his beak Full of joy was the crow with his meal above the snow As the cold winds blew
If we stop to think of life As time that's running slow From birth to death like day to night It isn't very far to go So I'm cruisin' (cruisin') with
Old fox walking over ice Listening for cracks Below water a pit Above fire, brilliance, beauty No one is around (Below water) Young fox dips his tail
Wickeder MC, mit Flows pur Natur wie Sensi und Freestyles näher am Geschehen als jedes HipHop Fanzine Fuchs mich in die Materie, da es Möglichkeiten
We watch the waters rise, and let the tides come up to our neck With pride taking on the ways screaming over and over again "I never lie, I swear I can
sa place T'as viole un vieillard R: Dans un quartier richard Et partout ou tu passes R: La police me menace On traque le renard R: Et c'est moi le renard
There's snow on your collar, boy There's snow on the bench There's snow on the sleeping grave And the crooked fence And if you've been crying With my
We've got our little fingers working hard On trains and dolls and cars Hurrying 'cuz Santa's a-waitin' soldiers marchin' out the door Carryin' the toys
O olhar dos caes, a mao nas redeas E o verde da floresta Dentes brancos, caes A trompa ao longe, o riso Os caes, a mao na testa O olhar procura, antecipa
We've got our little fingers workin' hard On the trains and dolls and cars Hurryin' ''cause Santa's a-waitin' Soldiers marchin' out the door Carryin'
I feel faint, what have I just heard? I feel dead from the neck up Could you pour some water on my face? It feels cold, at least I'll feel something else
Your sweet voice Let's me know there is a choice Please me slow Oh, much more slowly than that And when we danced We danced warm cheek to cold cheek
I cannot dare to look At exactly what you took I give it time to breath And wipe its tears on my sleeve And it will break my heart With every sound it
I thought it was the only time You could say to me that this feels right Leave me out, leave me out Leave me out, leave me out I feared the worst, I