Вокруг холмы, леса, овраги и луга, И вдоль дороги рыжие стоят стога... И ярко светит солнце в мире голубом, Ему навстречу весело мы все идем. Мы добряки
What's the time? Seems its already morning I see the sky, its so beautiful and blue The TV's on But the only thing showing is a picture of you Oh
There's an old Virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's Al Capone With a cummerbund and cape Don't criticize what a vicar
Out in the distance there's so much gold The treasure that I've found is more than enough Far to the hill we've to go Over the mountains and seas to the
[Turbonegro Cover] [Bonus Track]
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine
Ethnic hair styles Sloppy male hippies Retro punks People with thick glasses Glorifying serial killers Hobbit motherfuckers No guts, no glory No riot
[Originally by The Germans] Briefmarken und Rennautos Flugzeuge und Bilder Alles dies interresiert mich nicht Mein Hobby ist schA¶ner HA¶r auf
Wir haben uns getroffen Daß erste Mal seit Jahren Die Dinge in deinem Zimmer Waren nicht mehr wo sie waren Und du sagst Ich lebe anders jetzt Seit
What's the time? Seems it's already morning I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue The TV's on but the only thing showing Is a picture of you Oh,
It started when, a lad of 10 I told my friends "I'll meet cha, at Dr. Blood's revenge" which was a gresome horror feature. and when i saw the
Hey Ho! To the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe, Rain may fall, and wind may blow. But there still be... many miles to go. Sweet as the
AFICION Despertar de rendicion. Gran tormenta estomacal. Es tamana mi aficion. Es tamano su final. Mira, no nos va tan mal. En la extrana procesion
Hotel hobbies paddin' dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checkin' out the hookers in the bar Slug like fingers trace the star spangled clouds of cocaine
(Jack Poels) 't is echt woar ik ken enne vent heej is dertig joar en noeit content heej is knettergek, heej is knettergek en 't ergste van alles is heej
Lyrics: jones Music: jones Lyrics: Hobby was an only child He couldn't see or hear or read. But heard a voice inside his head Hobby was the deaf kid
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Briefmarken und Rennautos Flugzeuge und Bilder Alles dies interresiert mich nicht Mein Hobby ist schoner Hor auf! - Ich geh! Briefmarken und Rennautos