Опять тот сон, словно снова вместе с тобой. Вхожу в наш дом, берегу я нашу любовь. Тебя не стало в тот дождливый день. Случайный выстрел, был свет -
Я знаю - все не случайно-чайно Ты знаешь - все мои тайны - тайны Сто раз я в небе летала-тала Сто раз слезы глотала-тала Я знаю, ты знаешь Я таю, но
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies
Lying is killing the good things in me Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey My eyes shift and slide Sure there are reasons for acting like this
You pick yourself a berry And you put it in a bucket Pick yourself another Plump and juicy and new Pick yourself a handful Too yummy for the bucket Squoosh
I call him heaven, I call him earth I call him lover, stick my fingers in the dirt I call him dangerous, Dangerous Dan I call him over, take him anyway
Watch it, watch it, Daz is comin' And there'll be no more waitin' Watch it, watch it, Kurupt is comin' And there'll be no more waitin' Watch it, watch
Blueberry Rain Lyrics Nicky: I have to blink two times 'cause im camera shy I dont eat ice cream or cherry pie I make it melt man it'll be dripping of
Just off of the two lane, where the school bus used to stop Was a little wooden A-frame with a yellow tin roof top And one day it was raining on this
you told me martyrs suffer the infinite and clear the rest of us for one have something to hold near he hoped for a miracle to take it all away to feel
Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10 Dixie cup pink wine in the Labor Day sunshine. I'm sliding the sunfish up through the wakes Coming up too quick, making
Les bleuets d'azur Dans les grands bles murs Nous font des clins d'?il Au bord du clocher La pie vient percher Sa robe de deuil Seul, le vent du mois
Les bleuets d'azur Dans les grands bles murs Nous font des clins d'oeil Au bord du clocher La pie vient percher Sa robe de deuil Seul, le vent du mois
I really miss your blueberry pancakes I don't buy maple syrup in Asda no more Sunday morning cooking em up wearing my t-shirt, I'm lifting it up And
as sure as the morning comes your head hurts, but I'm the sick one? slow down you might say something harmful for me to feed on blueberry boats, I dream
Dans leurs fraises leurs collerettes Liserons et paquerettes, J'aim' le myrtes et le muguet, Les lias et la primevere, Mais la couleur que je prefere
