Гиперактивные будни, под аномально бесснежным небом За МКАДом плещется море, ковчег будет собран летом Клон да пожрет создателя, солнце да выжжет горы
Хахатала январская ночь. Так веньчай меня с ней непогода, Я и так посмеятся не прочь. Ах январь мой последнего года, Ах жена моя темная ночь... Ах январь
тебя побьет будь ты хоть воин ты нуль итак! Ты хочешь вынести меня, но лучше пей там тихо чай! Зови меня не Mr, не просто Mr, а Mr.Январь! Я и есть
Reach For higher ground About the way you look The way you scream out loud Mine Just like the last time It's all the same to me She said Let's pretend
Te conoci un dia de enero, con la luna en mi nariz Y como vi que eras sincero En tus ojos me perdi Que torpe distraccion Y que dulce sensacion Y
Ladies and gentlemen Today is a day for mourning and remembering They had a hunger to explore The universe and discover its truths And they had that
Te conoci un dia de enero, con la luna en mi nariz Y como vi que eras sincero En tus ojos me perdi Que torpe distraccion Y que dulce sensacion Y ahora
Soy ciudadano del amor, llevo dogal de belleza entre la hombrera y la cabeza, entre rodilla y cinturon. Haciendo critica social me perfume de valiente
I know you told me this before I know you told me this a million times You say you don't know how you feel You don't know if you even love me anymore
All I can hear is the clucking of tongues I can see them plucking at crumbs of conversations A drunk uncle's breath and they're touching my hand As now
"La Marcha Real" ?Viva Espana! Cantemos todos juntos con distinta voz y un solo corazon. ?Viva Espana! Desde los verdes valles al inmenso mar, un himno
Pull the shades, I'll stay here in the dark tonight. Because I'm afriad I might catch a glimpse of myself in the light. I hate this fucking song, but
i can't feel my fingers as i hold on for my life. quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try. i have defined january. the end of another new
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
In the 1957 blue and green two door sedan We divided all we own and I've packed all I can The back seat's piled high with things in the front seat tears
it's instrumental
She was a January girl She never let on how insane it was In that tiny kinda scary house By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods By the
She keeps it simple And I am thankful for her kind of lovin' 'Cause it's simple No longer do we wonder if we're together We're way past that And I've
