You?re the kind i leave behind all you desire is what you take from me you don?t know it i wish i could be myself i wish you would try to understand
Traduction: William Vermandere. Den Bril.
tonight the moon is playing tricks again feeling sea sick again and the whole world could just dissolve?into a glass of water I've been good 'cause I
Homme, Touche pas mon piano, Touche pas mes remparts, Touche pas mes lunettes, Touche pas mon regard, Touche pas ma roulotte, Touche pas mes bateaux,
Mon pere est marinier Dans cette peniche Ma mere dit la paix niche Dans ce mari niais Ma mere est habile Mais ma bile est amere Car mon pere et ses verres
Qu'est ce qu'il y avait derriere Les lunettes de John Une ecorce d'orange amere Un zest de Lemon Qu'est ce qu'il y avait derriere Les lunettes de
Er hatte braune Augen und auch braune Haare, er hatte eine Brille und eine Gitarre. Auf der Gitarre spielte er bis zur Ekstase, und die Brille trug er
J'ai perdu mes lunettes Enfin j'ai pas voulu les mettre Elles me font une drole de tete Une tete de flamme a lunette. OH petite allumette C'est dangereux
Looking at the world through rose colored glasses, Everything is rosy now. Looking at the world and everything that passes, Seems of rosy hue somehow.
She reminds me of the one in school when I was cutting she was dressed in white and I couldn't take my eyes off her but that's not what I took off that
Sweep the dirty stairs, the ones I waited on This is just for me I felt it watching her It happens too fast to make sense of it Make it last Where do
[Verse 1:] Everybody's saying that we should get back together And everybody's saying that we're meant to be together Everybody's saying that how the
[Verse 1] Everybody's saying that we should get back together And everybody's saying that we're meant to be together Everybody's saying that how the love
I took a ride with a one-way ticket I aimed my arrow at the mark & hit it We all need to be somebody Been broken down, but not defeated I kept on punching
Brile Le mwen leve le maten Mwen ka pran bout kod-la Mwen ka mare ren mwen pou man ay fe tren mwen e gade zannimo mwen ho ho Le'y si ze mwen fini
Do do do do do Do do do do do I was The Breakfast Prince, I lived in a blue school bus with an eternal headache, I was right on the cusp of becoming
