P. Seger Where have all the flowers gone A long time passing Where have all the flowers gone A long ago Where have all the flowers gone Girl,
P. Seger Where have all the flowers gone A long time passing Where have all the flowers gone A long ago Where have all the flowers gone Girl, they
No more walks in the wood The trees have all been cut down And where once they stood Not even a wagon rut Appears along the path Low brush is taking over
Maudit soit le jour ou j'ai ceuilli cette putain de fleur Pensant faire le bon choix j'ai tout d'suite ouvert mon coeur Un coeur dur a prendre car habitude
Between this world and the next I want to locate a bit of you Will I feel it Or gaze an emptiness Who guessed it could be so unfinished A never-ending
(feat. Carina Andersson) Will somebody wear me to the fair? Will a lady pin me in her hair? Will a child find me by a stream? Kiss my petals and weave
Tocame, suavemente como tocas una flor, que deja su perfume con su dulce olor, que si la cortas todo acabara. Mojame, las gotas se detienen entre
Mon Oeil pleure, mon oeil pleure, Ma patrie me manque tellement, ma patrie c'est l'amour, ma patrie c'est le coeur, ma patrie c'est le respect de chacun
Svegliati nel sole che sta nascendo, quanta strada ho fatto per arrivare in tempo, ora lascia i sogni che abbiamo chiuso dentro sussurrare ancora nel
Darling please forgive me I was sitting on the fence I was slowly going out of head I did not hear a word that you said I was enjoying myself sleeping
Poeme de Paul Fort J'ai des p'tites fleurs bleues J'ai des p'tites fleurs bleues Plus claires que tes yeux Plus claires que tes yeux Donne Elles sont
C'erano giorni di festa sogni e nient'altro in tasca e lui che mi da cielo e mare e tuo mi disse per il tempo che vuoi. Lei tra gli ulivi sboccio, era
[Verse 1:] Strange maze, what is this place? I hear voices over my shoulder, Nothing's making sense at all. Wonder, why do we race? When everyday we'
Our lives? They're nine to seven Why aren't things wild? You said you was a flower child I can respect your soul searching But nows no time for questioning
La fleur que tu m?avais jetee, Dans ma prison m?etait restee. Fletrie et seche, cette fleur Gardait toujours sa douce odeur; Et pendant des heures entieres
You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part I?m a vampire in a forest fire Hey! we all gotta keep warm driving towards the
You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part I?m a vampire in a forest fire Hey! we all gotta keep warm driving towards the storm