Sam e la nella carrozza in mezzo ai fiori c?e anche un vecchio sax ma che funerale di mi sembra carnevale ma che funerale di che baccano infernale ma che funerale
Se viene la sera compagno non avrai, da solo farai la tua strada... E allora la prima sara la faina, verra per portarti paura. Se non la fuggirai, sorella
You could end everything right here, Finish it off and disappear, Isn't it great to have the choice, Quiet it down and stop the noise, We know those people
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more is called a funeral At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion one brillant day funeral
, ice melting to flood Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead Tearing life away, here's the burning pay Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral
I'm dun Such a sweet unchaining sound Whisper me softly that I'm gonna die young Before you do take a look into the ground It's not my funeral If you
, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral
[Originally recorded by Elton John] [Written by Elton John/Bernie Taupin] [From the album "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" - 1973] The roses in the window
Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream Everything goes away Driving down the highway through the perfect sunny dream A perfect day for perfect
(Instrumental)
Sitting in the funeral parlor on the night before the day think I might have left the stove on think I might have left the door unlocked I don?t know
They will find my corspe on the shower floor. And with my bleeding wrists, will be a note that explains all of this. (Dear friends and family, I hope
You better go back the way you came Run away, if you stay Prepare to have your shit re-arranged The way I say You better get on the way from here You
Hoy es un dia que jamas podre olvidar, la gente se arrodilla y mira: hoy es mi funeral. Yo no quiero que me traigan ramos lo que quiero es que no me coman
Hey, let's get right back to the basics, Every movement made-up is useless, Same old shape with the brand new sound Write it off as progress is pointless
Scattered in the lights The glowing halos in the center of your eyes Jump off holding hands Making the memories as we take our first glance at the falling
I had to find you when I was alone you told me you be there but nobody was home, you put up no effort and dont even try and I feel so common you know
