This afternoon I walked out into a ditch The crawfish stirred the water The papermill blew in on the southeastern wind And it was raining in port arthur
One particular harbour By: jimmy buffett, bobby holcomb 1983 For marius skatelborough Ia ora te natura E mea arofa teie ao nei Ia ora te natura E mea
Out at daybreak to the sun seas are drifting glass The tides were turning to the storm winds were moving fast Women waiting at the harbor silent stand
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) We're sailing on an ocean On an ocean And the time flies We left the port of amsterdam We wave our hands And say goodbye
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(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Over here the ladies all want sweet perfume But there's never a rose And over the roses are frightened to bloom So they
Una historia que contarte, si, esto son cosas de la vida... Cuantas veces me he caido a lo largo de esta vida y he aprendido a levantarme en esa eterna
He! petite fille tu bois de l'eau et tu es saoule la ou tu te noies tu as beau avoir pied tu coules au port He! petite folle! c'est pas la brasse c'est
Mi piacerebbe, si, che tu passassi di qui tra poco piu di un attimo e che portassi con te, non solo i tuoi perche, ne ho gia dei miei da vendere,
Walk into life. We all have to and we'll all be fine. The lights aren't the same in the city. And I'll say, Please don't change for this. You'll see
Fearful and numb, I now can accept, Deceit and dependency are my preeminent assets. Defined, (defined), a word etched in skin. Sweet host, (sweet host
the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors there was a snap in the air when you eased down the window and the new york sun brought out the
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes Let fall your shirt I'm not the ladykilling sort Enough to hurt A girl in port Marie's gone
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes Let fall your shirt I'm not the lady killing sort Enough to hurt the girl in port Marie
Querido amigo imaginario, hoy lo han vuelto a hacer los companeros de la clase me han pegado y no lo entiendo, no les hago nada joder tan solo dicen qe
Dis-moi ce que tu as sur le c?ur Pourquoi t'as toujours l'air ailleurs En moi je te sens si sensible Mais tu m'as l'air inaccessible Parle moi de toutes