Tradução: Lucrecia. Live To Tell (David Morales Mix).
(feat. Alessandro) Dimmi cosa c'e che non va, parlami dei tuoi problemi, perche usi la violenza nei tuoi prossimi. Noi vogliamo aiutarti, nessuno vuole
Mi segui, Mi torturi, Non mi fai respirare, Ho paura di te Ho paura di quello che puoi farmi, Ma io mi difendo, anche se ho timore di non convincerti
I suoi capelli biondi, come il sole, I suoi occhi azzurri, come il mare, La sua gonna bianca, come il vento, al vento si abbandono' La sua pelle chiara
(Testo di: A.Zeta - L.Zeta) Scrivo tra le pagine del cielo storie del mio mondo parallelo fatto di segreti e di emozioni dove nascon tutte le canzoni
Piccolina mia le tue guancie di seta mi sfiorano, la tua bellezza innocente se ne andra' come il vento, in una sera d'inverno in cui mano nella mano,
Ok ok, don't leave me wait a moment you say and a over my all special control in my house fall oh Please we are so much a like. oh oh, me and you together
: Tears are falling on my face Tears are falling without her I still taste her sweet scent, rain follow my steps I'm alone along her grave Lucretia
: It feels like you're at the bottom of an avalanche You sit and cry cause he don't ever wanna dance Give me the dice, give me half a chance with you
: I'd be out running most every night We'd always end up in one hell of a fight The end is comin' there ain't no doubt But there's just that one thing
: (feat. Del McCoury) Have you ever had a thing for a woman A thing that makes you lose your mind Everytime I start to think about her Sends shivers
: (feat. Rodney Crowell) There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass For a broken heart You were doing pretty good till she came And tore your
: Every morning when I wake up I see you without your makeup You still take me breath away Ain't no grass that's any greener I know there's nothing any
: I work my fingers to the bone Just trying to keep up with the Jones You call me on the telephone Say baby hurry hurry home Pour me a little splash
: (feat. Michael McDonald) I've done some things that I hadn't oughta Like coming home late with the preacher's daughter I'd hit the back door seeing
: (feat. Bekka Bramlett) Board up the windows Lock all the doors Try to remember what a body is for There's bad weather coming The red eye's runnin
: Here comes the weekend Sure could use some relaxation to shake these blues Fill up the cooler with a little good cheer Hand me my sun shades I'm checkin
: (feat. Gretchen Wilson) I'm putting on my favorite cowboy boots Like a crazy bull rider coming out of the chute Ready for some dancin', maybe too