this white robe through the darkness paragliding back to heaven! Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and haloes, Five to seven In this white robe through
's necessary for you I'm drawing with black paint This drawing is very messy Bullet in the heart Brain on the door Nimb and wings We're putting on This white robe
De robe et de tailleurs gris De foulards, de maillots, de jambieres grises? Elizabeth crise? Elizabeth devant sa garde-robe A 8h43 a le choix Elizabeth devant sa garde-robe
meme sous la pluie Si tu veux plaire a ta femme Pense a me laisser tomber Meme sous les lumieres pales Vaut mieux plus s'embrasser Sous ma robe il faisait
T'avais mis ta robe legere Moi, l'echelle contre un cerisier T'as voulu monter la premiere Et apres Y a tant de facons, de manieres De dire les choses
mettrai ma robe bleue, Ma robe blanche Mais quand je reve de toi, Seule sous les branches, Mon amour, je ne me vois Qu'en robe blanche Quand ta guitare
Unto you I whisper The wildest dreams In the coldness of night Shrouded in crystals Through a frosty dusk Souls of the fullmoon awaits Their shadows
Dressed in bishop's robes Terrifies me still In bishop's robes Bastard headmaster I am not going back I am not going back I am not going back Children
you Oh by the way, did you see me dressed in my beautiful robe? My head was bleeding so red But all the thorns in my crown, the rose blended Instead with my beautiful robe
it tells how Jesus stood alone one day False accused and there condemned yet they found no fault with Him The man who wore the scarlet purple robe Purple robe
the dance hall crowd I feel like a boor But then I turned around and cast my eyes to the door In a long flowing robe She appeared at the ballroom door
huerta mis huesos rotos Ama mi sueno y mi realidad La mujer que me robe ama las flores La mujer que me robe no tiene miedo La mujer que me robe tiene
. We're under robed that'll pay for freedom We're under robed that'll pay for freedom We're under robed that'll pay for, that'll pay for That'll be the robe
Shes standind here like carved in stone In silence veiled, her withered cheek A childhood queen without a throne My dreamless sleeping child Red
I was hot as a burning dragon on a cross And I knew my body wanted you We were barely clothed in Egyptian robes Is it love or just a screw? She descends
- in silver snow An angel's crimson wings - in moonlit glow This is the one - my black flamed sun The honor and the code - of night abode In a robe
we ask of you Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do Aida, Aida Your robe should be golden, your robe