Accidents, out on the highway to somewhere, they tell us about when we're young, rescuers working to clean up the crashes before she can see what
. My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood. Laying it on some, Playing with it some When I, I woke up with wood. I was
Плевай, задевай, издевай, забивай, Ставь не торгуй щщами С толпой сообща вливаясь в диш вращаюсь Не прощаюсь, как англичанин Печален, питаюсь печеньем
I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me She showed me her room, is not it good, norwegian wood She asked me to stay and she told me to sit
of these woods Among these great trunks legends were born Here many great battles stood Trotting the trail, my stallion cautions Present the spirits of foreverdark woods
Пазитивный дисс, какой нахуй позитив Это Батл или Цирк,Эй Ерк слышь лови,мой Негатив Это DRedd из Алматы,Ты чувствуешь тебе пиздец Это есть и Батл Рэп
rest In the heart of this darkgreen realm of giant oaks My long forgotten forest, precious kingdom of timeless grace and secrets Heart of the woods,
) Nauseous preparing for the worst Cautious repairing open wounds Yet somehow believing in a chance It'll turn out to be another test And you'll come back again You're lost in the woods
Он идёт по лесам осенним Он - король в золотом и алом Лес ковром ему листья стелет Клёны факелами пылают Звенит с берёзовых колоколен Ветер его золотой
Я помню шел позавчера В три часа утра По траве двора На дворе лежат дрова На дворе трава, на траве дрова Решил что буду я рубить
'm Tiger Woods Yup I'm Tiger Woods And I'm truly sorry I know that I'm no good I would keep it real Be faithful if I could But I'm Tiger Woods Yup, I'
here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Chorus: Go back go back to your woods Go back go back go back to your woods Carry
I wish you out of the woods And into a picture, with me I wish you over the moon Come out of the question, and be If this is gonna Run, round, in my
of them were searchin' for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime There are three wooden crosses
wood I wish I was something I wish I was good I wish I was made of Mahogany wood I wish I was something I wish I was good I wish I was made of Mahogany wood
My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood Laying it on some Playing with it some When I, I woke up with wood I was lying
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It