бокалы полны Пока отсутствие одежды Не вызывает вины Поговори со мной, пока не кончилась ночь Поговори со мной, пока не кончилась ночь Поговори со мной, прошу, поговори
наша жизнь, поговорим о главном. Моя жизнь как у всех, Это моя, моя жизнь с болью на десерт Это моя жизнь, так же как и твоя, Это наша жизнь, поговорим
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing Any practiced
будешь моей Поговори с ней о сексе: она хочет знать всё Поговори с ней о сексе ещё и ещё Поговори с ней о сексе: она хочет знать всё Поговори с ней
Давай с тобой поговорим, прости, не знаю как зовут. Но открывается другим, все то, что близким берегут. Ты скажешь: "Все наоборот, согласно логике вещей
(feat. Jadakiss) [Chorus] Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you C'mon c'mon c'mon (hey, let me holla at you) C'mon c'mon c'mon (yo, stop runnin
(Bryan Adams, Elliott Kennedy, Jean-Jacques Goldman) Everywhere I go all the places that I’ve been Every smile is a new horizon on a land I’ve never
Ma dove guardano ormai quegli occhi spenti che hai? Cos'e quel buio che li attraversa? Hai tutta l'aria di chi da un po' di tempo oramai ha dato la sua
Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between. I talk to the wind My words are
Every night I hear you cry Don't you wanna tell me why I'm afraid the way cannot without you Maybe I misunderstand But when I reach and touch
Though it's me that's on fire not this cigarette And what do I care if she leaves me alone If I need somebody I'll pick up the phone I'll put on my good
Tu Sabe W con Yandel Yandel Dejame hablar quiero decirte que tu me haces temblar Quiero decirte que eres fenomenal Estoy afuera dejame entrar Esq tu
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go
Fifty million voices mumbling from the street Talking about the 80's and who it will mistreat Now, Joseph Worken Hardy, checkin' out the jive Glancing
Take me back in the arms I love Need me like you did before Touch me once again And remember when There was no one that you wanted more Don't go, you
A son who is cursed with a harridan mother Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and
I got hearts, ah, in my looney tunes I got dreams and you do, too I got ten wheel drive To pick you up, up to your ears, oh I got refined carbon in my
Oooh, oooh, oooh People are talkin', talkin' bout people I hear them whisper, you won't believe it They think we're lovers kept under covers I just ignore
