Paroles:
Hollie Smith

I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving England is mine, it owes me a living But ask me why and I'll spit in your eye Oh, ask me why

All the streets are crammed with things Eager to be held I know what hands are for And I'd like to help myself You ask me the time But I sense something

Every day you must say So, how do I feel about my life? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself ? I am

Traduction: The Smiths. Hatful de creux.

: My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind You took me behind a dis-used railway line And said "I know a place where we can go Where we are

: All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start

: Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever

: As merry as the days were long I was right and you were wrong Back at the old grey school I would win and you would lose But you've got everything

: Punctured bicycle On a hillside desolate Will nature make a man of me yet ? When in this charming car This charming man Why pamper life's complexity