Целый вечер нет покоя парню от его сестер: "Ты сходи, - говорят, - ночной порою за цветами в сад чужой. Тот садовник, что живет у леса, У него ведь
Knee crawling alive and tasting another way for lies to take it in yeah. Listen kid your face is like porcelain worrys. Life is like a gardener. Life
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I'm the man in your garden I'm the man who grows the fruit Come along with me, baby Pick a fruit that suits I've got some apples I've got some pears
Singing songs Sinatra sang Sal the gardener's drunk again She is gone but he remembers Polka dots and breathing hard He dances with an angel in the yard
Eric The Gardener Julius Cæsar came, saw, conquered, went away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose
Die Nacht liegt wie Blei auf Schloß Darkmoor Sir Henry liest Financial Times. Zwölf mal schlägt gespenstisch die Turmuhr der Butler
In the garden the roses have no thorns, The growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm, Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever
True I was a gardener, once upon a time When the world was young and all the earth was mine Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow Before mankind came
Adam was a gardener And Eve, she was his spouse, They lost their jobs by stealing fruit And went to keeping house. There it was a quiet one And peaceful
I've gotta gal, oh what a pal The apple of my eye With something rare, a peach of a pear But her dad won't let us meet and I could die I love Petunia
Sorry for the setback I know I let it down Turn back the clocks and step back And spring might come around My little misbegotten You're quite a stubborn
I sense a runner in the garden Although my judgements known to fail Once built a steamboat in a meadow Cos I'd forgotten how to sail I know the runner
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De tuinman is zoekend naar een kei in de grond De tuinman is zoekend in de klei als een hond Hij moet Hij moet wroeten Hij moet van moeder de vrouw Hij
Mon malheur Est que je suis un jardinier Avec une fleur que je ne saurais faire pousser Non, je ne serais pas celui que l?on t?a dit Celui qui t?apprendra
Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt, Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea
Julius Caesar came, saw, conquered, went away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose So he left it all behind