You Want A Piece Of The Cake It's Not Yours For The Taking, You Make A Hen Out Of A Feather With The Proof That You're Faking, You Play Your Cards Like
Как ныне сбирается вещий Олег Щита прибивать на ворота, Как вдруг подбегает к нему человек - И ну шепелявить чего-то. "Эй, князь,- говорит ни с того ни
Предвиденья отрава - вот Вещего удел. Молва разносит славу, но даже слава - тлен. Мед знания не сладок - он понял, пригубив. И одолел остаток: “А мир
Дымим утром, ушли с большой перемены, Упали в мягкие ворсы, чую нутром, Hо будут проблемы, давай на азбуке Морзе. Ведь у меня есть шалфей, а у тебя
Am I the half of half-and-half Or am I the half that's whole? I've got to be one with all my halves It's my worthy earthly goal It's my worthy earthly
I built a dream world, darlin' for two Built it on hope and the love I thought was true But I've seen my blue skies all turn to gray I watched my dream
[Ghostface Killah] I think it happened on a Saturday I heard the phone ring, ding, ding Who this? 'Vine yo.. Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks,
Oh how I once longed for your loving Your cheating I couldn't realize But now that I've found out you're stepping I'm through with you baby I
Red Sun dawn Guns are drawn Skull and bones Beast of war Father help me stop this Rush of blood to the head Look at you I see red Start this game
Thus he died, Nom, the Wise Lord of the caves and friend of man Fair, and noble Most beloved of the Noldor race Paid the price, he redeemed the oath
I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing to do with you
From far outside it, earth's fragile atmosphere It's clearly apparent that the end is near The sleeper wakens and removes his golden casque Vital signs
Vor'n paar Jahren war ich nachts mal wieder viel zu lange wach. Nette Leute, nette Kneipe, nur das Licht war'n bisschen schwach. Morgens wach ich auf
Children do not weep for me When you hear I?m dead and gone In the Savior?s arms I?ll be Just a like I told you all along When my soul leaves this earth
I ask you where you're goin' And you tell me where you've been I can tell you've been doin' me wrong, baby From the shape you're in You better open up
I done made up my mind baby, there just got to be a change Whoah, I made up my mind, baby, there's just got to be a change Oh, I think you're cheatin'
Harold: No wide-eyed, eager, Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me. That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever-- Listen, boy-- A girl who trades
