Traduction: Miguel Bose. Ce monde - Leonor Watling.
You can go to Harvard You can be a pilot You can be an astronaut But first, be a woman, ooh ooh... When you're walking down the street Show your feminine
A charming melody coming out from a golden cave You shiny diamond in the sea Swinging swimmers, of skin and scales The smell of eternity, the sound of
There is a place we'll go, Where there is mostly quiet; Flowers and butterflies, A rainbow lives beside it. And from a velvet sky, A summer storm; You
[Verse 1:] Until the lion learns to speak The tales of hunting will be weak My poetry hales with in the streets My poetry fails to be discrete It travels
Oooh weeeeee ooh wee um um a weh Oooh weeeeee ooh wee um um a weh In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight Near the jungle, the quiet
Now no-no-now nigga just, just sit down for a minute man Cause I gotta get somethin off my chest. You understand me? I'm on the high wire at every night
[Music: Dirkschneider/Kaufmann - Words: Dirkschneider/Kaufmann] I had a dream today - it's telling me It's time to leave the older days This life goes
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there
I can dream the dream The dreamer lives inside of me It's just that way And I can only reach What I believe ?cause I can't reach Beyond my faith No,
I want a chance to tame the lion To be a brave smile in the face of danger Heads will turn I want to bear my soul to the stranger Lay my head in the jaws
said you wanted to feel cold metal and hard steel but it cuts in too deep to see you doing your midnight creep somebody hurts you so you're hurting me
nuvoletta che discende di lassu. Si apre in due meta qui di fronte a me! Quanti bei colori in quella nuvola e quanta gente allegra... sopra un leone
(feat. Leona Lewis) There?s nothing I can say to you Nothing I could ever do to make you see What you mean to me All the pain the tears they cry Still
Lion in my winter. I'm a lion with no crown. You wanna make me big man, a star on a screen, some kind of James Brown, or something in between.
Oh solo Dominique Oh solo Dominique Oh solo Dominique Oh solo Dominique Take this in hand, said he who stands behind the chair, a broken table
