questa storia che poi e andata a finire come peggio non poteva, perche poi tu sei riuscita... (vaffanculo Vale, vaffanculo te e la tua vita...) (Grazie a k-ant
tornare ad amare.. Anche se san sicuro che ne passera di tempo probabilmente sara lungo o forse come un lampo avro ricaricato le mie pile, e in un momento k-ant
...Ci rivediamo nella prossima vita... (Thanks to k-ant mc for these lyrics)
da me) torna qui senno saranno guai.. (e restaci) regna nel mio cuore.. Principexa con la tua legislazione dell'amore.. (Grazie a k-ant mc per questo
Fuma la Marijuana, fuma sta roba strana.. ..poi.. ringrazia il cielo per la sua esistenza, ringrazia il cielo per le sviste della Finanza.. (Grazie a k-ant
che sembra mille trappole e trabocchetti attendono i visitatori distratti, devi starmi vicino e seguire le mie istruzioni... (Grazie a k-ant mc per
Шепотом, почти неслышно, Как мокрым шелком, закрываю души. Кто потом будет лишним и кто потом не захочет слушать О том, что где-то все еще лето? И жить
The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did He come to save? Did He come at all? And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair Would He make me
On a string On a string On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above So I swing and I sway wave my hand
There is a man holding a megaphone He must have been the voice of God The bystanders claimed they saw Angels Flying up and down the block They must have
Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
