Когда нибудь, сумею я забыть Когда нибудь, сумею я простить Когда нибудь смогу пусть это не легко не слушать тишину Ни ждать, умолкнувши шагов Когда нибудь
My love has got no money He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no power He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no fame He's got his strong
I dont think I care any more about anything to do with - My Life! - just go's on forever an' I'm Sick! of goin' on forever. This life is boring
Got six troubles On my back Like six little milk teeth All gone bad Won't move over Won't get gone Won't move over m m m m mm Fried my little brains
You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the
The whole pie was your piece The fillin' your pride Jivin? ?round the kitchen Just carryin' on No pies are coolin' on the window Still empty inside Your
We don't care what flag you're waving We don't even wanna know your name We don't care where you're from or where you're going All we know is that you
*(Ric Roc talking)* Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That shit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch
(lighter clicking in the background) now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling) and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads get
Let's not quarrel, let's not fight Let's get together, we all can unite Then take off these chains from off our feet 'Cause we gonna walk, we gonna walk
This is what I look like today And I'm trying not to pull out my hair I'm trying hard to grow it but I'm far too shy to show it back there That is probably
1. Every little thing's been said about it. How does it apply to you? Maybe I could learn to live without it. Where do you find, one of a
Don't do it Don't do it Don't look at me the way you do Don't do it Those eyes of yours Are much too blue Don't do it Don't do it Don't make me think
Ay vayanse preparando Ay vayanse preparando Que el conejo ha de salir Buscalo aqui buscalo alla Que el conejo ha de salir Ay vayanse preparando Ay vayanse
Carabina 30/30 Que los rebeldes portaban Y decian los maderistas Que con ellas no mataban Con mi 30/30 me voy a pelear Ingrese a las filas de la rebellion
Mi huasteca es un primor Pos sus bellas serranias Pos sus bellas serranias Mi huasteca es un primor Mi huasteca es un primor Por sus bellas serranias
I can see that it won't be long You grow cold when you keep holding on You know you've changed and your words they lie That's something you can't deny
Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece Ya no se si maldecirte o por ti rezar Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te
