: Il a plu Il y a de l'eau Qui tombe dans les rues Le long du ruisseau Je suis soul J'ai rien dans la tete Je suis mou Comme je suis bete Les paves
: la lluvia gris se deshace en recuerdos se desliza una gota, un segundo tan solo una palabra por ti una palabra por ti la lluvia gris desnuda una
: En la calle gris no supe de ma tu risa que jugaba a mi alrededor (se perdio) y no la pude encontrar el tiempo se detuvo cuando mi boca te pudo besar
: c'est le matin encore groggy 2 tranches de pain et un gros kiwi a Paris, toutes les pluies sont jolies. Je met mon jean fume une wiki embrasse la
Todo ilusion Quiero escapar Gris es todo lo que hay Quiero escapar Gris es todo Quiero escapar Gris es todo lo que hay Quiero escapar Gris es todo Gris
Я просыпаюсь каждое утро, Ко мне приходят мои друзья, Они приносят мне портвейн и пиво, Но я знаю: они ненавидят меня. А я не знаю, зачем я живу,
I'll never be your Maggie May The one you loved and left behind The face you see in light of day And then you cast away That isn't me in that bed you'
I dreamed you were a rich man And that I had no place to go I came to you, to see if you would take me in Through golden curtains you told me, you'd let
Ooh, if I were a weapon You said I'd be a gun Lethal at close range, I guess With silencer and stun But I feel more like a needle Always pulling on the
Virgin Mary on a chain Has hit me in the mouth again As we explore the carnal score Of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk So mother's
Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Last year's troubles are so old fashioned The robber on the highway the pirate on the seas Maybe it's the clothing
Am I an afternoon's pastime? A thing on a string To be thrown and retrieved Like a phone call received On somebody's birthday To tease and delight And
Once I stood alone so proud Held myself above the crowd And now I am low on the ground From here I look around to see What avenues belong to me I can
She'd come to my house And dance in the hall With the music up loud Against the light on the wall And I danced beside her Feeling no shame We were in
Black on the red and red on black It's a tic of a tired mind Come and sit down, won't you try your luck See if you unwind Never use your 3's and 2's
call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all man
The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face Made me wonder just how she could know Of that something that happened between you and me So much
The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face made me wonder just how she could know of that something that happened between you and me so much