You don't have a clue, What it is like To be next to you. I'm here to tell you, That it is good, That it is true. Birds singing a song, Old pain is
RIT x2: [Asher Kuno] Raga quelli come noi non li tenete a bada muovilo piu fuori dalla tana resta a casa se vuoi ( ?? ) fame di fama figli di puttana. [
Non e cosi non e cosi che vedo i giorni ombre di passi senza te e poi distanze, notti e Alpi cavalli di frisia contro me ma tu voli
Douces lampes ses yeux, douces lueurs qui veillent Sur le cours enchante des mois et des saisons Douces ses mains, sa voix qui me dit des merveilles Et
Douce, douce, La cheminee Rougit ton nez Et ta frimousse, Douce, douce, J'ai allume Pour toi les ne- ons d'la grande ourse, Douce, douce, Ta jarr'telle
Que tu sois blonde, que tu sois rousse Tu n'empecheras jamais les mechantes mousses Ni les virus fatals que le vent pousse Comme une caresse sur ta
I'm young and livin fun, huh Sure look down and call it dumb, huh I could still see the sun, huh Do you remember 21, huh Can I stay in the way, huh Grow
ROHFF: ahh fini le stress, (vitaa houohouhou)... la jalousie, la polution, les bouchons,les vacances... c parti vitaa+ jasmin: Holidays have i again
Curly Locks, now that I'm a dreadlocks Your daddy don't want you dealing with me Curly Locks, now that I'm a dreadlocks Your mammy don't want you dealing
You don't have a clue What it is like to be next to you I'm here to tell you That it is good, that it is true Birds singing a song, old paint is peeling
Suspect device has informed us of discrepancies Limiting potentials Synthetic lives enforced by genetic clones Technology complicates simplicity Illuminate
Young and livin' fun, huh Sure look down and call it dumb, huh I could still see the sun, huh Do you remember 21, huh? Can I stay in the way, huh Grow
1. Wer noch frisch und jung an Jahren der geht jetzt auf Wanderschaft um was Neues zu erfahren zu erproben seine Kraft. Bleibt nicht sitzen in dem
ouml;n, jetzt kann ich sie nicht mehr sehn das Leben ist schwer, das Leben ist schwer mein Baby war beim Frisör. Mein Baby war beim Frisör -
Fresh - forever rhyming eternally saving hip hop I spell it out for you fresh like when my shit drop S-C-R-I-B-E, the S-C chilling at the beach playing
I feel the presence of the Lord moving in the atmosphere Like on the day of Pentecost, they were all with one accord, And a sound came from Heaven like
Mister mackan was a practical man, Curly was his only son, And he loved him like no other can, Bi-dum, bi-dum, bi-dum. He discovered the world in a wonderful
We are young country, we are the pride The sons and the daughters of American life Our hair is not orange we don't wear chains and spikes But we know
