Nell'acqua della chiara fontana lei tutta nuda si bagnava quando un soffio di tramontana le sue vesti in cielo portava dal folto dei capelli mi chiese
(incompleta) Nell'acqua della chiara fontana lei tutta nuda si bagnava quando un soffio di tramontana le sue vesti in cielo portava dal folto dei
There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty
Just a big wide ocean and a ceiling of stars Set the sails in motion, gonna follow his heart Oh, all he ever wanted was a journey to his younger days
Fontana chiara un poco dolce un poco amara
Last night in a dream I travelled for years and years Galaxies, centuries No one was there, it was bare and arid Red earth, eternal dusk Had to keep moving
Three coins in the fountain, Each one seeking happiness. Thrown by three hopeful lovers, Which one will the fountain bless? Three hearts in the fountain
Mille fontaines font chanter la nuit, mille fontaines en rideau de pluie, et mon c?ur compte les pierres de la ville. Mille fontaines font l'amour avec
La maison pres de la fontaine, Couverte de vigne vierge et de toiles d'araignees, Sentait la confiture et le desordre et l'obscurite, L'automne, L
Allo Ailleurs, ici Marseille ! On a le son qui te reveille, On l?a cisele au marteau, on l?a soude au chalumeau, Rien n?est trop dur, rien n?est trop
Stand under fountain Cool skin, wash clean Wash him from me Along comes the wind A big bone shaker Blows off my clothes Completely naked What to do When
(John Dowland) Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's
Who fixes plumbing problems in a flash? Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week? Baby, I sure wish I could lend you a hand But plumbing's one thing
Stand under fountain Cool skin, washed clean Wash him from me Along comes the wind The big bone shaker Blows off my clothes Completely naked What to
I slept by the mountain Of rivers we crossed I dreamt of the fountain And the coin that we tossed Now I?m just counting The dreams that were lost One
There's a little green fountain on a little green mountain Don't you think we ought to stop and get a drink of water There's a little green fountain on
There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's vein; and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their
