Traduction: David Pedersen. Dans respirer.
Traduction: David Pedersen. The End.
{Refrain:} Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon Semait
Je me souviens de lui a la rentree derniere C'etait un jour de pluie dans la cour secondaire Il portait un manteau comme tous les etudiants On lui aurait
Gli occhi azzurri che hai e quel viso da angelo tu cammini e non sai chi sei dispensa tra i 18 anni tuoi il tuo nome e straniero + di una volta ne hai
Allez Fanny, choisis ton camp D'accord pour la revanche, on fait la belle avant Fanny, maitresse des perdants Sur toi j'ai tout mise T'es mon seul coup
I like apple pie And you like banoffee We both love shopping for furniture And meeting for coffee We pretend we're into art galleries 'Cause it makes
(Katy B) I know you the raver I know you the raver to me Beacuse you can't stand to me I know you the raver Beacuse you scare with a raver (Ms. Dynamite
Stuffed man laying in the yard There's a black dog by the car Reverend Wrinkle drinking his tea Lord, can't you see? Yeah Moonlit man got it all in his
Heard about your wife and kids where we slept Felt their mouths with stitches at that were slowly lit Capture uniform this time because I couldn't quit
From one moment to the next Reading in the papers to know what's best Sometimes you don't know yourself Eating lots of vitamins for your health From one
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills We spent the night, last night in Beverly Hills This chick she looked just like Beverly Sills We got killed
Don't look back at your wasted like us don't even try your visceral acts won't go unchecked I'm fucking? fed up you cant eat my shit you give a whole
I am a fag killer and I'm here to say You'd better get running if you are gay I may hate bitches and talk alot of shit But hey motherfucker I'll never
kupis svoje prnje, tesim se da sve to nije tako crno, a ne moze biti crnje. O, draga, ne budi peder, o, draga, ne budi peder. Ako jos ima sta da se spasava
"You are old, Father William," the young man said "And your hair has become very white And yet you incessantly stand on your head Do you think, at your
Fuckin' fag, kill 'em Kill the fuckin' Indian
