полюблю тебя не пожалею А если пожалею разлюблю В любви теперь жалеть я не умею Любви, тебя любя, приговорю. Я полюблю тебя не пожалею А если пожалею
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm staying here with some friends and they've got lots of room You can sell you paintings on the sidewalk By
Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings On the sidewalk
Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm stayin? here with some friends and they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By
Je sais qu'il me traite Comme il traite les autres On dirait presque Qu'il ne m'aime pas Quand vous me dites Tu devrais t'en aller Mem'si c'est vrai Ca
(Eddy Marnay / S. Thompson) Don't pity me. Je sais qu'il me traite Comme il traite les autres On dirait presque Qu'il ne m'aime pas Quand vous me dites
Please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By
(chorus) I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters
The sign said underground The train went over land They threw my body down It felt too good to make a stand The earth shook the devils hand Went along
Young pegi just died today Young pegi just died today And I guess nobody even knows the case But the way the story goes She just ran out of clothes No
You won't admit you love me And so how am I ever to know? You always tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps A million times I've asked you, And then I ask
Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm staying here with some friends and they've got lots of room And you can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
Forse che si, forse che no, se questa vita e vera, oppure c?e un sipario da aprire prima di entrare, prima di cantare. Forse che si, forse che no, noi
We've taken all you've given But it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking for you to love us You
(D. Loggins) Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on
He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk