Traduction: Ne-Yo. Stay (feat. Peddi Peddi).
cha stay for a while I love to love ya Like heavy bum-bum-tiddly-dee Take off ya sneaks And leme tickle ya feet Peddi a libra You think that Peddi
Lo sguardo mio dal viso suo si sposta e sulle cose va si spande la mia fantasia coprendo la sua realta e quello raccontava forse la sua storia i suoi
Je n'ai pas demande a naitre Mais si je suis la pour souffrir Je me battrai avant de mourir Fermez toutes vos fenetres Et si je n'ai ni dieux ni maitres
(Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetings From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991) I never asked to be your mountain
Quando noi maschietti non ci controlliamo (uh ah uh ah) decidere veloci dove la schizziamo! [No li no, li no li no] No sul mio cuscino, attento al pigiama
Fogged in in Dallas on my way to L.A. Staring up at the screen, all flights were delayed When a voice from behind me asked "Stranger, how have you
ballare, e tutta la gente faciti dicriare. Cu llu russu maccaturu e lu giru de gunnella Faciti tremare u core, a ?sta Calabria bella. Cala la notte, pedi
There might be a question That you ask before too long I won't have the answer But I promise to be stronger You lied to me, you lied to me Like I was
dado mas de lo que pedi. Y si el amor me golpeo hasta romperme el corazon, esta vez me ha dado, mas de lo que pedi. Te siento enganchado a mi. Es mas
Warum wirst du verlegen willst du mich nicht sehn du suchst krampfhaft nach Worten du warst es doch du wolltest gehn nein ich frage dich nicht wer
Fogged in in Dallas on my way to L.A. Starin' up at the screen, all flights were delayed When a voice from behind me asked "Stranger, how have you been
Más de una vez pensé que enamorarse era igual que condenarse a padecer. Pero por ti reconocí que amarse es como despertarse para
I wrote a message on your window "Give me some space, don't ask me why" The things I asked were very simple But I don't know if I'm alright And all I
Everyday somebody gets killed What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live The type of life that people dream, I want things A crib, a car, while
I thank the Lord for everything I count my blessings each day He came to me when I needed Him I only have to pray And He'll come to you if you'll ask
Knew I was right all along Rock to Them, a Talking Heads album Superhero in harlequin kecks Dim-wit lecture, half read Was I - victim in clown hat?
I begged her, I pleaded I told her, "Baby, come out of your shell" I told her, "Maybe, you'll find that it's swell" I argued, I threatened I said, "You