Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon I got a beer in my hand and I'm draggin' a stoagle too the back of my brain is tickin' like a clock I simmer
N-ggas say they like my old shit So I give them some old shit What the f-ck do I care, its old Shit I'll give them some old shit No, I'll give them some
Il etait une fois, au coeur de la foret, Une petite maison. Devant la maison, il y avait un vieil arbre ; Et le vieil arbre penchait. Chaque annee, il
Tril mil bloaz zo sur'walc'h, n'oa ket ur baradoz 'wid 'r Gelted kozh Met tud aman oa 'heseo Demokrasiezh, araog an dud 'barzh Bro-Gres 'Wel barzh 'r'
Pardon vieux camarade J'honore ma femme ce soir Pardon de ne pas boire La dernii??re rasade Pardon vieux camarade Je repars en cavalcade En chevaux de
Aliene par sa laisse en cuir Le pauvre clebs qu?on tire A l?air desempare Sa maitresse, une femme agee Se pame devant son toutou adore. Pas facile d?
Quand la nuit s?en vient, Que les lumieres s?allument et s?eteignent, Que les images bougent juste en dessous des antennes, Que l?ennui se fait maitre
Just off a highway, a many ringed oak tree, Guarding forever his corner of meadow, Saw one hot June day a dusty old pedlar Footsore and weary look round
La grande quercia che da sempre vegliava come un custode al confine del prato lo vide un giorno apparire da lontano: un vecchio uomo dal passo un po'lento
You've seen the days when the roads were death, And the fires burned right to the brim, And the bike you rode to school now it rests, Where your story
You knew in five minutes, But I knew in a sentence You knew in five minutes, But I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again?
You knew in five minutes, But I knew in a sentence You knew in five minutes, But I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your
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Old yellow bricks, Love's a risk, Quite the little Escapoligist Looked so miffed, When you wished, For a thousand places better than this, You are the
I want a love that?s right but right is only half of what?s wrong, I want a short haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long. I?m stepping out
I want a love that's right but right is only half of what's wrong I want a short haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long Now I'm stepping out
I want a love that?s right but right is only half of what?s wrong, I want a short haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long. I?m stepping out this