?In quella strada Ci sono attimi che Mi guardo indietro E vedo te?. In quella strada Che hai percorso tante volte con me Ti cerco dentro e a volte sento
isabeau si promenele long de son jardin le long du jardin sur le bord de l'ile sur le longdu jardin sur le bord de l'eau,sur le bord du ruisseau elle
: ?In quella strada Ci sono attimi che Mi guardo indietro E vedo te?. In quella strada Che hai percorso tante volte con me Ti cerco dentro e a volte
припев: Она мечтала любить и не хотела страдать, Но оставалось лишь минуты про себя считать. Какая у нее судьба никому нет дела, Ее звали клятвой Богу
Sleep, child, sleep Sleep, child, sleep Daylight is waiting Consciously fraying Sleep, my child Sleep, sleep, my Isabella Safely in your carousel-a Sleep
I need it bad 'Cause I feel bad 'Cause I'm true 'Cause I feel dance to dance a man And I'm what it feels to be Down, it's real it's real.
Tuned to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! Isabella! I do not love you Isabella
Everybody wants to look into the mirror And feel a little better now And everybody wants to know there's someone out there Waiting for you to come around
Me and Neina, were just kind of walking around, ya know. It smelt like wet leaves, felt like autumn my favorite time of year. Even though it was January
Bring your torches, bring your torches Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella Bring your torch to the cradle, run Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella
Elle t'a dit qu'elle serait juste a toi l'apres-midi au rond-point au carre «la fontaine st-louis» tu te rends, tu y vas a l'heure comme a l'habitude
Isabella, Isabella, don't you turn me down I've been knockin' on the front door Of my very own house Isabella, Isabella Don't treat me like I'm dead
still lie awake at night stabbed with dark delight Isabella, long gone now over the continents and seas alone, another city the wretched, the wonderous Isabella what are you thinking now Isabella
road straight, God make her road true Saint Isabelle is coming through God make her road straight, God make her road true Saint Isabelle is coming through
a barefoot mona lisa she's got diesel in her hair she was looking for a man who could understand where she was to be and he'll hold her there she took
Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah
detain you But woman it's not all bad news Very few find peace and succour In the spouse or life that they choose Isabella! Isabella!
