: I domhan anseo nach bhfuil anseo I chnoic draiochta, ag conai go saor Daoine alainn, tuatha de danann Is Ri Na Sidhe An Ri, An Ri, Ri Na Sidhe Ri,
I domhan anseo nach bhfuil anseo I chnoic draiochta, ag conai go saor Daoine alainn, tuatha de danann Is Ri Na Sidhe An Ri, An Ri, Ri Na Sidhe Ri, Ri
Riding on this know-how. Never been here before. Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all. Is history recorded, does someone have a tape? Surely, I'm
Жил да был, жил да был, жил да был один король, Правил он, как бог, страною и людьми. Звался он Луи Второй, звался он Луи Второй, Но в прочем песня не
My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing
The sun is shining but not on me, another lonely day What's the use in making plans? When nothing's gonna go my way But there's a voice down deep inside
So many things I'm imagining, even though nothing's happening. It takes me places I've never been without even touching me. The way you move your body
Based on the familiar tune of funiculi funicula. a song celebrating life is passed from one generation to the next, as a gipsy remembers this tune from
Hey baby, you ain't treatin' me right You go off everyday and don't come home till night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to do it That
We can't make it baby We can't last another year We can't make it baby We can't last another year Well I try to treat you kind baby But it seems like
Take me in your arms and never let me go Whisper to me softly while the moon is low Hold me close and tell me what I wanna know Say it to me gently let
I was by myself Tryin' to get my thoughts together Tryin' to figure out me something That would make my life a little better So I came up with one thing
The next woman I get She gotta have a job I'm not tryin' to be no pimp I just don't intend to work to hard I won't have to buy the groceries She gotta
Tonight I?m gonna make you a star I?m gonna play you like my new guitar I?ll put some polish on your strings I?ll make you sing like an angel sings Lay
You know by now That I've been passed through an awful lot of hands And all I have Is what is left from ten thousand one night stands Sometimes I feel
one day what if one day? what if I say? I wish I was a tree and then suddenly I was a tree, then could I wish myself back? no trees cant wish what
Riding on this know-how, never been here before Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape? Surely, I'm no
Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going
