li portavO nei miei sogni ed eri BELLA QUANDO SORRIDEVI BELLA LE TUE LABBRA ED IO NON SO PERCHE NON TE L'HO DETTO MAI CHE ERI BELLA QUANDO TI MUOVEVI BELLA
di fari in citta con la nebbia o i colori cogliere le rose a piedi nudi e poi con la sciarpa stretta al collo bianca come mai ma... eri bella bella comunque bella
(Comunque bella) Du - bekleidet mit Blumen oder mit den Lichtern der Staat Kleider aus Nebel und Farben barfu? beim Suchen der dunklen Rosen - im Gras
Anna Bellanna profuma di salvia in riva al mare raccoglie le pietre sassi dorati e conchiglie rotonde quando il suo amante dal mare la vede Anna Bellanna
What a beautiful day l'aria fresca del mattino ti fa sentire un bambino o no? What a beautiful day brioche e cappuccino e quell'odore cos'e? qualcuno
Io per te, per quell?immagine che hai di me in fondo piccola rinuncerei Alla mia eterna solitudine Sarei sociale,anche gentile un po? normale, bella Bella
Lovely, la la la, love lovely Screwed up people everywhere But I ain't got time to care I feel lovely (Lovely) Lo-lo-lovely, oh oh All kinds of souls
Written by: Burt Bacharach and David Hal / Barbra Streisand One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy
Is this room getting smaller or is it just me? I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star
I should know my time and place I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine
soul it leaves a bad taste You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up Static on the radio ain't
A dog eared Dispirin in your handbag A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins I'm sure you noticed but didn
My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck And we're glaring like warriors But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way In the morning 'Cause
A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand Some guns to stick to rational demands Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves Get into the ball
She was only just a girl in a picture But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times He'd
I am the defector and you're the farmer's daughter You've been teasing us farm boys 'Til we start talking about those rabbits, George Oh, won't you tell
