Уезжаешь ты, не сказав прощальных слов. Уезжаешь ты, вот и кончилась любовь. Уезжаешь ты, может быть и навсегда. Уезжаешь ты, вот и все мои слова Пять
Three, four.. Chk UHH.. chk UHH.. I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh Linkin up with
OH JOYS ARE US THE SUN HAS COME AGAIN TO HOLD YOU SAILING OUT THE DOLDRUMS OF THE WEEK THE POLYPHONIC PRAYER IS HERE IT'S ALL AROUND YOU IT'S ALL AROUND
Hear me now Bearing down upon a path we choose Chosen from the start living different rules Existence something to cherish true Will not succumb to
You're wide-awake Only you can let yourself out When no one hears you screaming from behind these walls PRE CHORUS The cure is in our blood we're Find
repite la historia, se alternan los sucios imperios ninguno fue bueno y mas tarde o temprano cayo El imperio romano se derrumbo, mas tarde, el imperio
Rhyme and reason Reason and rhyme We asked the old man “What is the time?” The time he said “I do not know. The clock stopped working some time ago” “
One day one woman asked him ‘what do you to survive?’ he said ‘oh my dear listen here’ and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing
The weekend is the weekend And it’s sunny in the park I’ll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I’ve got a lot of homework But
Sol y Sombra aeh Mama Ollie’s cha cha Singing eah eah eah Sol y Sombra aeh Papa Kanela Oh eah eah
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
I’ve got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what’s this music on the breeze It sounds like all my holidays
I’ve done too much of some things And not enough of others Just like all life lovers I’ve changed and changed and changed and changed From one thing to
CHORUS It wasn’t hard… To get the party started (harry’s verse) Chillin at the club Pimpin with my money (Well actually, my parties are more like) Chillin
One night when I was sleeping a gypsy lady sneak into my head and she said ‘I’ve got a bottle of schnapps lets get to know each other drinking a belly
Do you ever look around turn your ear to the ground show your face to the sky on a night when the skies echoe sounds from inside of your mind on the stage
I cannot say ‘oh sweetness’ like he could and I cannot play a lullaby like it should I’ll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so
I’ve got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key as I wander through the street War is there a war or is there
