Аксиомы творенья Нерушимых основ Подвергают сомненью Повелители снов. И титан заржавеет, Его ветром развеет. Плоть металла слабей. Плазма крови
(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
Hoy es lunes y cerramos por cansancio Hoy es martes y cerramos por desahucio No se que dia cerramos por hastio No se que dia cerramos por vagancia ?Que
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
As I count the calories I start to feel the grand fatigue All in vain goes down the drain Inside my brain the grand fatigue In my sleep only food on
Living your life by the minutes on your clock Forgetting reality by a mental block You can't stand this and you can't stand that You also know where it
I have to admit that I am one of the many Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady My teenage years, they were a feminine drought And I thought
It's time to change...
I get so tired when I have to deal with you I wonder if you think what you say is true I turn away to another smiling face with air behind it So happy
Che fatica piacere che fatica cercarsi che fatica mentire che fatica impegnarsi. Che fatica sbagliare che fatica capirsi e una lunga estenuante fatica
(P.A.Bertoli - M.Piccoli) Amore mio, che cosa vuoi che dica Sara che mi e scoppiata la fatica O forse ho scaricato tutto il sacco di esperienza E sono
Faccio fatica a vivere, vivere questa vita giorno per giorno nella mia casa in affitto ho fatto un sogno insieme a te, scappare con lo zaino e la valigia
Tu passes ton temps en jeremiades injustifiees Loin d'etre a plaindre, plutot meme privilegie, T'as pas faim, t'as pas froid, t'as tout tes papiers !
Through no fault of your own, Your traits they drag my temper across the three Lanes in the road. At the next exit you'll find it meets my temple Where
I have to admit that I am one of the many Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady. My teenage years, they were a feminine drought, And I thought
Sitting in a parked car Trying hard to smile But I've been looking for one good reason But I haven't found it yet Took awhile, well, what's it going to
Fatigue, C'est la fatigue Qui me vertige Et je tombe. Fatigue, C'est la fatigue Qui me derive, Vagabonde Mais Qu'est-ce qui m'arrive ? Ou va-t-il, ce
[Music: Harris]
