Два ноля, точка, два ноля.. Ты так близко, а я чуть - чуть пьяна .. Я бесспорно, легкомыслена, но во мне вино.. А оно как истина.. Свет, камера, мотор
фонарей, я тебя вижу так же! Через слова прости, время уже не важно! Просто пойми меня и отпусти на небо! Ведь в этом маленьком мире настолько тесно! Ты меня плавишь, словно лава
От города по дороге шли два льва, И один из них был, наверное, ты, А другой, наверное, я. А за спиной горели огни, И в яростном пламени Рушились Вавилонские
Ooh, baby, every time we kiss, hot lava Every time that we make love, thats's lava, hot lava Lava so hot it makes me sweat, Lava so warm and red and wet
My body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa My heart is breakin' like a Krakatoa Krakatoa, east of Java Molten bodies, fiery lava Fire, fire, burnin
Calling down the lion of love use me Calling down the lion of love use me So much to say so much to time and space I said it load and clear plot
Hoyt Axton Like a lion in the winter, I can hear the summer call Like a ship out on the ocean made of stone, And sometimes when I get lonely, I could
Brimstone Fire, Lava Ground(How Hot It Is, Oh, How Hot It Is, Oh) De Warriors Nuh Fear No Death Nor Any Form Of Terror Oh Pagan Did Mistake Nuh Make Dey
Written by Michael Bacon "Hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "Well...uh..." MB Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the TV screen Begging
Hot lava Big Monkey flow Chokin' on a color Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah) Hot lava Cool down Big travel every town Roll it over with a ball and
The challange of organic That dares to dare Divides and sets free Until the newborn brakes and takes Forbidden pleasure for The same price Gets
Telephone, turn it off, it?s time for you to take it off You know what I need, I?m talking ?bout those jeans Unhook them slowly, don?t stop, keep going
Ooh, baby, every time we kiss, hot lava Every time that we make love, thats's lava, hot lava Lava so hot it makes me sweat, Lava so warm and red and
(Part 1,Massiv): Unser Stutzpunkt liegt in Nordwestberlin Ihr behauptet unser Rap ist zu explizit Exportier uber jedes Grenzgebiet Ich lade nach, drucke
MC Chris (answering machine recording): Yo, wassup, this is MC, uh, I'm chillin' at the track, tryin' to make some money- call me back, 2136-4640. Wanna
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The old returns while the new can bore 'Cuz you're the one who fell into a self created hell We've worn it out, it took time to realize It's a chore to
Here I lie on a bed of ice Under a sheet of broken glass Watching out for demons that may rise Echoes from inside Vacuum in my head I get on my knees
