furusato wa itsumo tooku soshite chikaku kokoroni watashi ga yuku sakizaki tsuzuku michi ni miru yume sekai no hateni utsukushiku itsumademo furusato
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Et sur ma route il y a des trous J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'eglises Mais les plus belles etaient chez nous
No need to worry Folks in a hurry Leave them behind you No one can find you House in the country House in the country All the relaxin' Will soon fill
Die Hebamm is schon da heut nacht wird's soweit sein die Bäuerin is ruhig es geht ihr gut der Bauer steht im Weg sie lächeln ihn aus der Stuben
I turn the spotlights on the people Switch the dial and eat the worm Take your chances, kill the engine Drop your bombs and let it burn White flags shot
Naci mirando para arriba el 23 de febrero Despues de estudiar tanto termine siendo rapero Mi familia es grande en mi casa somos ocho Y la clase media
Outside the rain is coming down Inside it's warm and dry You'll never find a cab uptown So why not stay the night? Why don't you call in sick tomorrow
Moi je faut qu?je vois ??(????) Faut qu?coude un bouton sur mon gilet Parce qu?un soir y faut bien m?pr?rer Lulu est (re)v?nue au village. Moi faut qu
I hear a voice so sweet and low the voice in the old village choir It sings to me of long ago the voice in the old village choir In dreams I drift through
Lyrics & music by Francisco Ribeiro Longe das aldeias, longe das casas Ouvimos cantar todas as fontes E na solidao dos velhos montes Beijamos as aguas
Kan jy my skroewe vir my vasdraai? Kan jy my albasters vir my vind? Kan jy jou idee van normaal By jou gat opdruk? Kan jy? Kan jy apatie spel?
?Die Trinklieder klingen aus, der Adler breitet seine breiten Schwingen aus und fliegt aufs weite Land hinaus. Uber nachtliche Hugel, tragen ihn machtige
The Army commander spoke to the media He said, "This is a nation of laws We do not target civilians And we only bomb with cause" And he said as he looked
After a month in the country, nothing A boring nation at war with itself But not really at war with itself Is it true you had fantasies to awake to You
Kan jy my skroewe vir my vasdraai? Kan jy my albasters vir my find? Kan jy jou idee van normaal By jou gat opdruk? Kan jy? Kan jy Aberdeen spel? Kan
Jean rentre au village Son pere chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Ou s'est-il cache ? Mais un brave c?ur lui dit : Ton papa, pauvre petit, Il est en
He don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind. At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind. Why should he care if he is hated in his home, '
The most familiar room Every implement was leading to you And your homely sense of disarray Never once the same, always rearranged But things would never
