На крыльях нашей любви не осталось рабочих турбин Под нами гектары равнин И до посадочной полосы мы не долетим На удачный финал шанс до невозможности
Oh - stop With your feet in the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse But there's nothing in it And
Стал я тихим, совсем безрадостным, Стал я слишком наверно пуст и глуп, А когда я умру, ты обрадуйся, И будь счастлива... Ты знаешь, я был одним из
die beste zeit viel mehr pA¤rchen weit und breit und alle leute fA?hln die vibes und in berlin meiner city-queen da kommta?™s mir in den sinn dass sich
Was ist los mit mir Worte auf Papier Gedanken die im Nichts enden Frag mich, was du machst Bist du noch hier - mit mir Schreibe vor mich hin Worte
Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On? Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles Check this shit out, yeah yeah...
I?m not on an ego trip I?m nothing on my own I make mistakes, often slip Just common flesh and bones But I?ll prove someday just what I say I?m of a
fallen angel She'll set up a kill I'm a saint Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner, sinner
Never realized how much she brought to the table Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique
I believe that gas is too damn high An' there ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in peace But I don't believe
I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool The scars on my knuckles Match these scuffs on these
One, two, three These boots have counted off many a band Playin' one night roadhouse stands for tips an' empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe
She was pacing back and forth on her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel in my daddy's Ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor
It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams I had an offer on the table, a four year ride 'Til that
There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud, an'
sinners like me La de dah, de dah, la de dah, dah de, de Here?s to a long line of sinners like me I come from a long line of sinners like me
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road Let alone in angry weather That's what I tell everyone I know Now that I know better That's a lesson I wish
These four walls of Fort Worth Are closin' in on me My final meter's over An' they're gonna set me free I can feel the fire's a burnin' As the devil
