A nibble on your volauvents and a pint So just shake, shake, shake like a lettuce leaf Shake it till the slugs fall off Just shake, shake, shake like a
break Makes me feel just like a leaf Like a leaf in the breeze In the morning but still asleep Slowly falling to the ground Without a sound Morning
Перевод: The Darkness. Shake (как и листья салата).
Перевод: Lake Of Tears. Как лист.
Перевод: Stranglers. Шакин, как лист.
O.C., figure If it's some drama they all, ridin with me if ya recognize a situation that you can't win You may feel like a marked mellow but you can
’em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. poppa don) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. the big fish) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. brainiac
so far away Like the faint light Of a cold star My love has fallen asleep As dried leaf settled On icy marble Like the cold breath Of a winter night…
to take is a mountain Stretched out like a lazy dog Send me to slaughter Lay me on the railway line I'm far away from God My tears flow like a child
a friend To take you out of this place Someone you could lend a hand In return for grace It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful
skin It filters through my mind Rooms spinning around Losing balance all the time Shaking like a leaf I treat you like you're glass Cry, cry like a child
a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a
d rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl Get rowdy as roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum ya’ll ain’t nuttin but a whole
when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like
like pages in a good book like an autumn leaf's decay. And doubt falls away, like sand in an hourglass the end of a perfect day. And doubt falls away, like
Self-destruction Many controllin the place of a dollar Or its a creator on the streets flippin collars A bomb with a snake In both of your fists While a
know them Still you ain't ever gonna Make me play the game of Fear Fear Fear Fear Running with the rats Through the city Makes you feel like you're A
stab Send their rusty ass friend to the lab You’s a crab, I take mines off the top like fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with
