Comme une etoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumiere qui m'attire La Flamme qui m'eblouit Je sens mon corps qui chavire La chaleur qui
If you think there's something wrong Holes appearing on your lawn Don't you blame the man next door It's not him Flowers walk from place to place Dark
Here we are under the stars Empty as dead brothers in arms Through straw and mud the clay and blood The law of the claw the claw of god Awaiting the sun
ze loopt op blote voeten ze fluisterd zacht ze vult m'n lege nachten en m'n bed met toverkracht ze beweegt zich op het ritme van de klanken om haar heen
(Hit it!) Yo', listen up, have a howler from Ron. 'Naked Mole Rap' is the name of the song. (Word!) Here's a story in all it's glory. Ain't hidin'
I knew, I was, treading water And your baggage floated all around There were no lifeboats, should I grab a suitcase? It was sink or swim to higher ground
The world is quick to tell us The media compels us For me to have and you to not Is the difference in our lot If you must compound your joy Then you must
Mrs Fieldmouse tries to convince Thumbelina to marry the mole. While on first viewing it may not seem much of a villain song, it really is. Mrs Fieldmouse
Cuentan que en Oaxaca se toma el mezcal con cafe. Cuentan que en Oaxaca se toma el mezcal con cafe. Dicen que la hierba le cura la mala fe. Dicen que
Ti veste soltanto la luce mi dici parole d'amore conosciute mai Lontano da qui Ricordo dell'unica falena che non tornera. Astratta fontana di luce sognata
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand, All we really want is for you to leave our land; We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe, All
Herman Herman Herman isn't happy Herman isn't well Herman is an albino Not that you could tell. Herman Herman Herman is dirty Herman is cold Herman is
Mi vecina tiene una perra lanuda Y yo tengo un perro de la misma rasa Lo que les quiero es contar la pura cura Por que estos perros se besan mucho y se
A car sweeps by with a murdered child A car sweeps by with a violated girl A car sweeps by with its trunk full of death I can't hear the voice I can
[Words & Music - Kirkpatrick] [Matthew 6: 19, Luke 16:33] The world is quick to tell us The media compels us For me to have and you to not Is the difference
Перевод: Andinho. Давать вам Моль.
Перевод: Риччи, Боб. Вжик-а-моль Джимми.
