Traduction: Chordettes. Sables mous.
you're gone I'm alone on the shore You're not walking with me So the song of the sea Isn't sweet anymore But the soft soft sands Are the same soft sands
the night we'd watch the skies, of summer, So full, of colour and, Remember the days when waves would roll, Up on the beach to touch our toes, On soft sand
into the night we watched them skies of summer so full of color and remember the days when waves would roar up on the beach to touch our toes on soft sand
of ganoo So the beat gotta be like stealth in dark I mean, the beat gotta knock ya helmet off Knock you crab ass niggas who's shells is soft Show you
Warm place calm and quiet small grace white birds high up you know fireworks and fairy tales and dragonfly in my summer mind soft sand dark skin palm
Saturday night, my head is spinning. I wonder who's heart I've been sinning for. Cold rain blows on my window. Soft sand gone from my pillow. One more
[Letter from George Sand to Alfred de Musset] Venise, 12 mai 1834 [Venice, May 12th, 1834] Non, mon enfant cheri Ces trois lettres ne sont pas Le dernier
Nous melangent et l'amour aime la vie L'abandon, c'est appris, la nature initie ici Caresses from warm draughts waves The soft sand, beautiful and
want a wife, I love women How could I front like I don't be in love wit em? A li'l man that I can teach A li'l sand but not the beach I figure excess'
looked around me The more that I did look the more I realize that I am viewing God's coloring book I saw a golden ray of sunlight A silver drop of dew A soft
your shine If you were mine There's not a thing I wouldn't do You're black and beautiful, yellow, tan You're white as light and soft as sand With greens
words the blind could understand I came here to relax and find A sleep that soaks me up like surf and sand And you appear as I descend A soft outline
In the hall lights flicker hum With her buckles still undone She hides beneath her blue trench coat Gaze so soft, yet so remote In that dusty uniform
You are true honeymoon child Conceived on an island in the sun Heals dug in the white sand Loved and adored from day one Raised in a wild space Between
Although I don't really know how to handle you I will have nobody kicking no sand in your face Not even a trace of bland in you Teenage and it's a trouble
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