If tomorow all the things were gone you worked for all your life and you had to start again with just your children and your wife you'd thank your lucky
How can I thank You for the way that you freely gave Love so beautiful unconditionally Had to stop, take a break, feelin' good today Everything's wonderful
Beauty Pacifici! Ora pro nobis! Nights. Stones. Rains. Light. Sword. Fight. In Cursed Earth. Life - is war. Man - war. Dream - mirror. Death - is the
As I stand here in your shadow Waiting for you to move so I can see out the window I wanna watch the children play See another little girl fall and run
Me salvó, Tu gracia Dios Cuando clamé, Por salvación Dios de Amor, Tu mano fue Donde bebí, Tu salvación Oh Señ
What we talk about, When we talk about love Talk about a shot from the hip And the sky above Talk about the glow on the lip What the moon's made
Fotos de uma velha festa Ossos tao antigos, fatos tao passados No meio das fotos vai roendo um rato Corre um rato, pega, pelo amor de Deus Ontem li num
If I could speak with tongues of angels If I could write the future in the sky If I could know the wisdom of the ages But have no love what would it mean
For The Love Of God Love god harder From behind the red Flames of the dragon With seven heads Directing angels To blow the horns Going down faster
Yesterday we drove all night to Pittsburgh Jamie laid her head down in the back My little boys asleep beside their sister They?re the best I have I brought
What we talk about, When we talk about love Talk about a shot from the hip And the sky above Talk about the glow on the lip What the moon's made of Talk
Come ogni sera vado in disco per cercare la mia anima gemella ma trovo sempre grandi seni che nascondon ?Pino? detto Isabella ma stanotte voglio trovarti
Ragazza MySpace, rinchiusa nella camera da letto Con la digitale ti scatti le foto Tutte prese dall'alto La matita nera, vestita di righe o pois Se poi
A?lamadan ayrylyk olmaz Hatyralar uslu durmaz Kalanlar gideni gonlunde ta?yr A?k sevene yuk olmaz Biz boyle bilir boyle ya?aryz Ooo o da biliyor Ooo o
La percentuale della Musica Italiana che viene passata in radio tutti i gio-gio-giorni e del 30% voi mi chiedere ?maccheccenefregaaannoi??!!? mo-mo-mo
Dito nel Naso, quanto mi piaci Dito nel Naso, mia passione segreta Dito nel Naso, astuto e capace nello scovare quel che non puoi vedere Sento sempre
non lasciarti andare se ancora non vuoi ma stasera tu sei piu libero brilan gl'occhi tuoi unghie da pantera graffi i sensi i miei stritte o'scure
Love god harder From behind the red Flames of the dragon With seven heads Directing angels To blow the horns Going down faster Than the light