triste de trompeta Por un pasado que murio Y que llora Y que gime Como yo Aaah aaah aaah? aay? Aaah aaah aaah? aay Con tanto llanto de trompeta Mi
Перевод: Рафаэль. Balada Де Ла Trompeta.
Balada triste de trompeta Por un pasado que murio Y que llora Y que gime Como yo Aaah aaah aaah? aay? Aaah aaah aaah? aay Con tanto llanto de trompeta
[Verse 1] Countin' trumpets on the wall fiery flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back
Он выпустил трубу из лап Труби Гавриил труби Хуже уже не будет Город так крепко спит Что небо его не разбудит Труби Гавриил глухим На радость своим небесам Труби
Что же это, Коля, что такое? Мы зачем, Колян, сюда пришли? Вон смотри, Колян, Петро свой танк заводит! Ой, Колян, смотри, Петро горит! Что же это, Петька
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
cell At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho, there the Grail remains At the trumpets
Have you heard, have you heard, There's a new tooter in with the Tin pan parade, Pass the word, pass the word, 'cause it's some toy trumpet brigade.
depths I want to be with you To find myself In the best of dreams Your love feels like trumpets Your love feels like trumpets Just like trumpets Please
Speed leaving without warning I need some place to sleep tonight Blowing in the rocking of the pine Speed leaving without warning The sunlight is going
I had me a vision There wasn't any television From looking into the sun I'm looking into the sun We got to think quick Says the blind ST.Nick hey From
Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it Last night he could not make it On a holiday, for many miles Looking for a place
As soon as I get my head around you I come around catching sparks off you I get an electric shock from you A secondhand living just won't do And the
In a place they say is dead In the lake that's like an ocean I count about a billion head All the time, there's a motion Palace of the brine Palace of
One fine day in my odd past I picked me up a transmission I turned the fission ignition Went looking for the broadcaster And when I first touched some