28 августа - это начало новой недели, И этот день календаря Я обвел красным цветом постели, Все остальные числа замазаны цветом black Таким же темным,
Я стоял, улыбаясь. В последний день августа в солнечных лучах. Моря синь отражаясь. Блестело в каплях солнце на твоих плечах. Я вдыхал это небо. Кружило
27 августа Каждый момент я не забуду никогда Как сливались в любви наши с тобою сердца Ты говорила, что любишь, а я верил тебе И вот сейчас я живу словно
можно убегать От судбы, что так навящего стучит ко мне в окно... Я скучал по тебе в моменты расставания, И лишь во сне я понимаю всё равно... Наш август
The visions dancing in my mind The early dawn, the shades of time Twilight crawling through my windowpane Am I awake or do I dream? The strangest pictures
Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like
[Intro : Killah Priest] Yeah, Black August, Priesthood Wanna know how I got here? How it all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December
(Lyrics by Bebel Gilberto, Nina Miranda, Chris Franck) Tentei contar Tentei cantar Tentei just la la la ia Tentei tocar Também danA§ar Assim
Lord, today, there's no salvation The band's packed up and gone Left me standing with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where the
On the first day in August I wanna wake up by your side After sleeping with you On the last night in July In the morning We'll catch the sun rising And
Well, today there's no salvation The band's packed up and gone And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where
She lived on a curve in the road An old tar paper shack On the south side of the town On the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town We
Turn the page, another chapter not much different from the others. Variety is not an issue, boredom is what you hate. I am what you hate...I am everything
It was another day, perfect Texas afternoon Mother and two children play the way they always do As they raced home from the mailbox, a mother and her
John Stewart/Randy Cierley The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all And the faces of the
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhh Gas to a flame, all you to blame, you should of been more upfront, tease me cause for you its a game, you should be
You're dangerous and i'm scared to death But it feels so good The moment I catch my breath And I got a fear of flying But here I am sitting so high
yeah oh whoa la da da da la da da da.. you holding me hostage here you got me caught up here and I'm locked up here like a prison cell and baby i ain
