Sunlight in the weeds I wish that I was blind To the ghost dancing in the breeze Blowing through my mind Got a Corvair in my yard It hasn't run in fifteen
Traduction: White, Jim. Corvair.
Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind... to the ghosts dancing in the breeze... blowing through my mind. Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn
I am the mystery And I am the bringer of the moonless night I bear the wisdom arcane I, harbinger from the burrowed isle Once you break forth Harken
Grelle Sonne ?? Gelbes Grinsen was du willst S?ist Party pur auf Party-Tour wir stampfen rum rund um die Uhr Atzen pumpen Techno-Hop Berlin-Untergrund
senza ombrello e camminare sotto a questa pioggia che mi pulisce il cuore lava i miei pensieri rompe l'agonia dei giorni miei come un corvo
Two of you stepping on the pier Two of you guys stepping on the pier And I can notice by the way you?re walking That you?re not right here (right now)
two, two of you stepping on the pier two of you, of you guys, stepping on the pier and i can notice by the way you're walking that you're not right here
[A Gang of Juggalos:] WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON
(feat. Willen Dafoe) [Spoken Track] [Poe:] Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
che sei qui devo sentire il calore sentire che sei qui da solo che paura La solitudine e dura e come un corvo nella notte scura Brutto corvo corvo nero
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping
Maitre Corbeau, sur un arbre perche, Tenait en son bec un fromage. Maitre Renard, par l'odeur alleche, Lui tint a peu pres ce langage : "He ! bonjour,
The crows the crows Sitting on a fence Voices disappear behind a bank of clouds It's a dismal forecast Her torn up skirt a backdrop And drop she does
Si Maitre Corbeau sur son arbre perche voulait partager son fromage Wared zoudch Le micro est ouvert on a qu'ca, des mots et la gouaille populaire Une
[Tony Kakko] Grant me a wish, my master Take heed of me I have been loyal servant Heartfelt, humble Gave up - what belongs to me Gave up my greed My
Grant me a wish, my master Take heed of me I have been loyal servant Heartfelt, humble Gave up - what belongs to me Gave up my greed My self-examination
