Amarga vida Tu que me has maltratao tanto Yo que te he pagao tan caro A mi me quiere hacer llorar Y no, y no, y no, y no, y no... Amarga vida Tu que
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I don?t know if I?ll ever tell you this story I don?t even know whether we?ll have the chance I don?t know if you?ll ever see me shaking like this I?m
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just like
The thought of never knowing Would kill me just the same The solitary blossom Reminders of a friend Gone somewhere You've got nothing to live for You
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
We're waiting for you Come and join us now We need you with us Come and join us now Look inside your mind See the darkness creeping out I can see
Ricordi una notte... di aprile, noi soli e puri e quante volte hai cercato di entrare in fondo ai miei occhi e adesso sei qui. Tu... mi confondi, sali
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle
Perdre Le fil du temps Tater le vent N?avoir plus rien a craindres craindre Qu?a tout moment Au fil de l?eau Il n?y ait plus rien a perdre Suivre l?onde
Toujours l'envie d'une sensation illegale Un aller simple pour aller toucher aux etoiles Dans les nuages Plus de cage Plus d'otage Mauvais presage Tu
Bitter - bittersusser atem Bitter - bittersusses warten Wunderschone selbstbestaubung Und ich dachte ich offne mich Wunderschone selbstbetaubung Und ich
C?est Pit au mic, King Jaid, Sur un air positif Fa sol la sida, la fausse note dans ma melodieuse vie T?as pas laisse le temps au temps Depuis que t?as
Bitter branches spreading out. There?s none more bitter than the wood. Into the wide world, it grows, twisting under soldier?s feet, standing in line
Centosette doppia. Fuori. Scale. Saponette di un hotel. La sua kroce in faccia. Banchi. Massi! Fuori! Grida l?uomo nero. Strisce di cortile. Veneziane
[Lyrics & Music: Frydrychowicz] Looking back at the days that past, as hindsight's perspectives settle in and unwinds the time.... It dawns on me, that
Strofa: Tu sai fare piu bella la notte, dispensare promesse, speranze; non sai fare nulla pel mio cuore? per il mio dolore? Ritornello: Sai tu, che vuole