morte il cor sanero. Se fiamma d'amore gia mai non senti Quel rigido core ch'il cor mi rapi. Se nega pietate la cruda beltate Che l'alma invaghi ben
Merce, diletti amici, a tanto amor, merce. Udite or tutti del mio cor gli affanni; e se voi negherete il vostra aiuto, forse per sempre Ernani fia perduto
She grew up with the children of the stars In the Hollywood hills, in the Boulevard Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there They hung out with
Sharin' with us what he knows His shining eyes are big and blue And all around him water flows This world to him is new This world to him is new He's
I am in motion, I am blue Love is an ocean I'm anchored in you And I am a dreamer So you sent me away Sometimes we dreamers Just get in the way But
February rain Smoky mountain fire Like a hummingbird to cane Just following desire Watch the firelight throw Shadows across the room Many miles away
September in Seattle Waitin' on a train I smoked my last cigarette Standin' in out of the rain There's a cool wind blowin' Down the alley by the depot
Like fallin' rain The days go by Can't kill the pain And you wonder why We'll be strong Hold on A lot of love to go around Stay wild My soul child And
I've been on the road too long And I've been stuck inside a song And you know our love Has been through rougher weather But our passion's like a rose
I met him on the cliffs Of twin rocks, Oregon He was sittin' on his bedroll Lookin' just like Richard Brautigan I thought he was an old man He wasn't
Maria lays in the tannin' bed And reads the Tuesday news She's down there every week at the same time With the same ol' blues She reads the funny papers
Written by Kris Kristofferson One of the first songs I ever heard and loved. well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
My name's Billy Jo Mckay Just turned sixteen yesterday I'm gonna get the nerve one day To get outta here My mom passed on three years ago they said It
I had a dream, I was in school Reading your autograph, pages of green In seventh grade, now like an epitaph Alone in your room With an artist inside
un grido vien dal cielo, Che mi dice: Non ferir! Ma nell'alma dell'ingrato Non parlA? del cielo un detto! Non parlA? del cielo un detto! Oh! se ancor
ERNANI Mercé, diletti amici, a tanto amor, mercé. Udite or tutti del mio cor gli affanni; e se voi negherete il vostra aiuto, forse per
seras el ultimo y el primero en reir, al final ya sabes quien es quien y es mexicana, la sangre que core por tus venas sufre como una alma en pena, manda
