Перевод: Camisra. Позвольте мне показать вам.
Под зеленой звездой, У холодной у воды Ткали-ткали три ткачихи Из полыни да беды. Под зеленой звездой, Из полыни да с бедой Я сошью тебе рубаху
Back me down from backing up Hold your breath now it's stacking up Etched with marks, but I can deal And you're the problem and you can't feel Try this
solo tengo… Tengo la camisa negra porque negra tengo el alma yo por ti perdi la calma y casi pierdo hasta mi cama cama cama came on baby te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa
When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes And whispered in my ear, guess who I rattled off names like I really didnt know But all along I knew
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone, Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on, But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you
T's the shit, T's, yeah Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Twist it in the air like
White shirt When my white shirt lets me down Like one we race against the wind You said that I've seen better days I wash her silver hair away I'm going
Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around until I saw the neon lights At a corner bar and it just seemed right So I pulled up Not
[Bobby Valentino - Verse 1] Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Ok, (?) kinda fine
yo solo tengo Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdi la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Cama, cama caman baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa
She was aware of her insecurities as she took the stage She was convinced if she got up there That she would be discovered someday So she belted it, she
Do you have a shirt that you really love One that you feel so groovy in? You don't even mind if it starts to fade That only makes it nicer still I love
There are no lyrics to Edward the Mad Shirt Grinder...it was a piano solo by Nicky Hopkins~
I don't think God's broke So I don't give a shit. You're paying through your teeth Don't think you're getting it. Put your money where your mouth is Let
Lookin' back now makes me laugh We were growin' our hair, we were cuttin' class Knew it all already there was nothin' to learn We were strikin' matches
When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes And whispered in my ear, guess who? Well I rattled off names like I really didn't know But all along