Во что ты веришь? Я верю в Бога, брат, Ты хочешь лицезреть рассвет, Да грядет закат. Расклад такой, что веру утратили люди, Готовься к худшему нас скоро
Ночь за окном, уснуло всё в тишине И лишь луна со мной поговорит о тебе. И только ветер мне споёт о любви былой, И только звёзды мне прошепчут о том,
machismo Una dama y una diabla no es lo mismo Bendita sean todas por haber nacido mujer Pero a la mier..las mando si son infiel Cuidadito si cuenta la
'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now) [Baby Cham] Tell dem ah ooman we a defend Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a
Du irrst ziellos durch die Stra?en Drehst dich nach rechts und mal nach links Es gibt kein Vor und kein Zuruck mehr Denn hier ist keiner der dich kennt
I've come to my senses, That I've become senseless, I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships, Every last conviction, I smoked them all
I got a sweet little woman: she knows that I love her true. I gotten three little kids on the floor an' they love their Daddy too. I got a one on the
В нашем милом русском репе очень многа поеботы, Пиздец каких похлеще, да пиздец каких пожощще, Я бы все их опустил до шахты близ Донецка, Или наебал неплохо
How did I ever let you slip away? Never knowing, I'd be singing this song some day And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more Ever since you closed
When we found our mountain, we named it forever And we lived on each other's dreams You helped me build bridges to cross raging rivers When your world
Yo, Chuck, what?s the move, man? I was on my way up here to the studio, you know what I?m sayin?? And this brother stopped me and asked me ?Yo, what?s
[verse 1] Welcome home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the
PLEASE DON'T SELL MY DADDY NO MORE WINE (Red Lane) « © '69 Tree Publishing » Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine Mama
I hear you, hear you talkin' Goes in one ear and right out the other Not surprised where you come from What you want might be easy for someone But not
I'd like to see you in two pieces You won't be walkin', barely breathin' I'd like to see you at my door We're together like before I could miss you more
There's antiques on the mantle Hank Williams in the air Bourbon on the counter And you've cut off all your hair The daisies on the hillside Watch the
suerte hermano de vida de historia y de muerte no mido sus anos su poca fortuna no mido su facha ni mido su altura si tengo un hermano Si tengo
We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand