here to save you Though I know I never could I don?t wanna change you I just wish you understood That you are just a puppet In a poetess? play And
Перевод: Тина Dico. Поэтесса 'Play.
[VERSE 1] Ya ever wonder about the future? Schemin and dreamin for a power booster I'm a female, and you can see in my eyes Tears I cry as the next man
21 she was over and done She's a has-been, gone with the wind On a corner, now you wanna swing Pay a price, sure treat you right Ain't that nice? Poetess
are estimated to be in violent relationships) [Ice Cube] (Listen to the hit) (That is a fact) [Ice Cube] (Listen to the hit) [VERSE 1: The Poetess
Её лицо как снег, в звёздах очей угрозы. Уст нежных жемчуг, в руках живые розы. Как пламя - вздохи, как алмазы слёзы. Лелеет образ незабвенный и молчит
Далеко от голода, природы, вроде ближе к холоду Молодому гонору с обломом, но не злому. Злом, тщеславьем мудреца этот холод без лица, Он спец по постановкам
Я верю в свои строчки, потому, что я живу ими. Меня в помине не вспомнят, но я придумал себе имя. Пойми меня! Это будет моей победой. Я взамен ничего
[intro:] as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first
Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo
She rises early from bed Runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more Whistpers a promise "Next time I'll
She rises early from bed, runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more, whispers a promise "Next time, I
The gone staying by me Feeling disease, crying sun Soil adorning me, preparing to grow Fever, disgust, dear sigh Bewatching the truth, morals to break
--- "Poet's Moon" from the fish single "Credo" --- You sit there biding your time of your head and into your mind Penning thoughts that are dreams in
She walks in to this world now, shea??s walking always close to me She brings the sun within her, and she gives everything to me She brings jewels and
The trouble with poets is they talk to much. They tell us how it hurts them, and it hurts them just a little more. We can not tell; maybe they make that
Señor de los tiempos Dale sentido a mi vida Concédeme inspiración Que me sirva de guía Señor de los tiempos Concé
