GO! Stick 'em up kid, now we're gonna have some fun So, this is your day in the sun What, makes ya think you had a choice What, made ya think this was
Мне скулы от досады сводит: Мне кажется который год, Что там, где я,- там жизнь проходит, А там, где нет меня,- идет! А дальше - больше, каждый день
Бросьте скуку, как корку арбузную! Небо ясное, легкие сны... Парень лошадь имел и судьбу свою - Интересную до войны. А на войне как на войне, А до войны
All the things you said you thought I was dead Everything made me feel aware Ah, you're getting old you're doing things You're losing your hair All of
(Amelle Berrabah) I opottornutiy with other heart I can do with you Never save for me And i clean for my house I get on my lassitude My have one way and
She needs love, like it's goin' outta style Sits down and cries about it once in a while 'Cause that wakes me up sometimes at 4a.m. Sayin', "Rock me baby
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
Some say they will and some say they won't Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't And some say they can
[Valanne, Jarva et al.] I'm not here looking for HAPPINESS I can do well enough WITHOUT Everything I need from this LIFE. Just one tiny lil' bit of
You and I are molded into one And I can't get enough The future is within your sights And it's the hope you feel inside He's gonna be alright It's
Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side
Wheels of boredom, everywhere, seem to follow me Wheels of boredom, doing everything to swallow me You came looking for something, that?s for sure But
I fear that I'm losing what little was mine I gave you control and you're robbing me blind I showed you my soul and you took all I had Blind, mained,
Sabe esses dias em que horas dizem nada E voce nem troca o pijama, preferia estar na cama O dia, a monotonia tomou conta de mim E o tedio, cortando os
Yeah, well, I say what I mean I say what comes to my mind I never get around to things I live a straight, straight line You know me, I'm acting dumb
What kind of race, lack of direction Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in
All the things you said - you thought I was dead Everything made me feel aware Ah, you're getting old, you're doing things You're losing your hair All
Your words should be solidified and sold as manure! Your life is like a crippling illness, and for it there=B9s no cure! Your attitudes are like disco