Traduction: Caroline, Ana. La chanson a joué au mauvais moment.
: Desde el cielo se ve un cielo adivino de excesos Donde a la hora del sol brotan arcoiris nuevos Y la luz eleva dos palmos la tierra Y se respira caliente
duermen puede ser Que esten sonando en ti y en mi Mientras esta aclarando el alba Contemplaremos la noche que se acaba El tiempo va pasaran las horas
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, I gave my love a ring that has no end, I gave my love a baby with
Yes the sidewalk soon will launch you into Brooklyn through the air. And they will give a cheer I am sure when you are coming near to the ground. yeah
Berg der ist mein Eigentum da ziehn die Stürme rings herum; und heulen sie von Nord und Süd so überschallt sie doch mein Lied: Ich
Darauf mein Wort denn es ist mehr als blo? ein Klang, den irgendein Depp sonst sang wie ein Gerausch, das nur sich selbst nennt. Und ich war lieber bei
to take but give This song will help you in your dyin' doubts This song will send your lover flowers Rest by this song and the gifts that it brings Beautiful song
Early one Christmas morning ever so long ago.. brightness of stars are falling down on the earth below... Shepherd's and wise mens together offered their
Michael, time to get up
Is there a single thing That'd make you comprehend As long as we shut up We still sanction them My silence will convict me My silence will convict me
Come back and haunt me Follow me home Give me a motive Swallow me whole They say, I've lost it What could I know When I'm but a mockery? I'm so alone
There's a new song every hour On they might be giants dial-a-song So call back in an hour After you hear this next song And your call is next!
Come back and haunt me Follow me home Give me a motive Swallow me whole They say I've lost it What could I know When I'm but a mockery I'm so alone
There's a new song every hour On They Might Be Giants Dial-a-Song So call back in an hour After you hear this next song And your call is next!
Resumiendo, que tengo un cajon de la firma Pandora, treinta y siete chansons, c?est a dire, una y media por hora, sin contar los sonetos, las coplas,
Traduction: Blumfeld. Much Too nouveau au début et l'heure, des chansons d'amour.
Traduction: VIEUX. Une chanson Bed-temps.
