Where has it gone? Have all the words collapsed? Inspiration on demand Emotions all displaced. And I will wander endlessly Seeking all the answers
I wonder who's kissing her now I wonder who's teaching her now I wonder who's looking right smack in the eyes Oh breathing sighs and telling lies Well
Tonight my heart is sad and weary Wonderin' if I'm wrong or right I dream about you though you've left me I wonder where you are tonight The rain is
Hear our earnest prayer O Lord, Hear our humble cry Precious loving caring lord On whom we rely Ever loving, ever living God Of whom no one can compare
On est decus, vous etes egoistes et fiers Et ceux qui disent qu'on a l'public qu'on merite Franchement c'est pas vrai, nous on trouve qu'on merite mieux
emptied out the sty And the crowds, they light the carnival calling us calling us And all we want Another boy To lead us on (ooohh) Lead us on (ooohh) Lead us on
Text: Jean Frankfurter | Tobias Reitz Wach auf Mein Freund Es ist gleich Soweit Dann geht jeder von uns beiden wieder Heim in seine Welt Mach?s gut Ich
she had lips like sherry wine and she loved me till my head went plum insane but i was to blind to see she was driftin' away from me and my good gal went off on
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my song for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been
You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-ago And each has meant heaven to you You have vowed your affection to each one in turn And have sworn to
me dire ou est ma place Quand dans mes veine brule la trace De cette absence qu?on ne remplace Ces annees a saigner Qu?on ne peu panser Par ces jours
On deloque les (les) lits des femmes, On clame leurs culottes criantes, Leurs bouches et leurs faces beantes Aux larmes des autres dames, On deloge nos
Dawa tant qu'on y est, Ok, qui t'as dit qu'on etait en bout d'course, Surement des pouf' qui bouf' des bout d'bourses, Si on canne c'est qu'on c'est
on through to the unknown The cycle now is repeating, Of sunken ships and drunken kings We have no use for the hollow Come on down gather around We got fear on
There's a big black picture and its hanging on the wall with stars and all the planets the milky way and all And in the left hand corner perhaps a small
With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. But five or six bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on
les murs que Babylon va trembler ? Un jour on va tout detruire ! Ouais on va tout casser ! Et pour reconstruire ? On n?aura qu'a improviser ! Ce soir on
Car sonnes du ciboulot ils n'ont pas sus le demeurer. Ca y est parait qu'tu serais dev'nu trop vieux, Et qu'a c't'age la on n'ferait pas toujours c'qu'on