Traduction: Mission UK. Jardin des délices (dans l'album Le premier chapitre).
Traduction: L'émeute Avant. Qu'est-ce que j'ai raté.
Traduction: 1st Lady. Missing You.
Traduction: 1st Lady. Missing You (Part 2).
: Dejame decirte una vez mas como me siento cuando tu no estas... no me entretiene nada, ni el Internet, me quedo encerrado oyendo discos de Hombres
: I don't want excuses I don't want your smiles I don't want to feel like we're apart a thousand miles I don't want your attitude I don't want your things
: No me canso de pensar en lo que hiciste te casaste con ese hombre sin amarlo tu sabes muy bien que yo fui tu primer amor y me dejaste para causarme
: (Lucio Dalla) Vorrei essere il vestito che porterai il rossetto che userai vorrei sognarti come non ti ho sognato mai ti incontro per strada e divento
baggin you, babe,plase,please stay before you go there's something i want you to know baby,care about my heart cause it will aways be with you i'll miss
: Nunca escribi una cancion de amor nunca escribi a solas con mi pasion nunca pense que todo iria mejor sin sentidos sin sentidos. Nunca crei que tu
together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never
your love is dying for me You tell me it's not the end There is the love that you forsake You forsake, you forsake There's too much blue in missing
of life's sweet bliss Was it ever worth it? Was there all that much to gain? Well, we knew we missed the boat And we'd already missed the plane We didn
: Las misses no sabran que responder. ?Es Prusia un territorio o un farol de taxis libres? La fiebre y unos panos menores, se empapa un bollo tierno
Come figurine Notte amami... Prima che venga la sera Prima che venga giu-u Prima che venga la sera Voglio qualcosa in piu... Prima che venga la sera Prima
: The updates of the anchorman And Reuter's breaking news Information fills the waves With different points of view The breakfast table, battleground
Keep your hands to your self Sinners lose their legs, so the saints will march in place To the tune of every doubt you?ve ever had That you ever had