Последний танец ветра.. Последний раз так нежно..любил, Волной скользишь по телу, Взлетаю я , не верю,прости,что на рассвете встречу.. Чужой, холодный
окно И где-то в сердце сентября Я умираю без тебя Мою историю любви рисуют долгие дожди Уносит слёзы в небеса река Мою историю любви
: Dis motha fucka on?... Okay I think I wanna tell ya'll a little story [Verse 1: B.o.B] About a young boy, a very young boy, Always playing games but
: When you wake up and you read this You have to know that i really mean it youre just a memory, youre just a memory of a long road that got too hard
: Guardami bene negli occhi, da troppo tempo sfuggi da me sembran lontani quasi anni luce quei momenti con te quando mi dicevi sei bellissima, mi facevi
: io che sono stato sempre altrove non so dove di continuo via su strade nuove ma tu sei il mio nord l'est il sud e l'ovest e anche se sto con te di
: Ay que suerte tan negra y tirana es la mia al haberte encontrado a mi paso una vez tan feliz y contento que sin ti vivia cuando yo ni siquiera en tu
: Yo pienso que no son tan inutiles las noches que te di te marchas y que yo no intento discutirtelo lo sabes y lo se al menos quedate solo esta noche
: Historia de mi voz en off, pegada a mi, incondicional, inasequible al desaliento, sabe mas de mi que yo, no se si tomarla como un privilegio, o una
: Un anillo en el dedo, es mi mujer Una estrella en el pelo, es mi mujer Un secreto al oido, un sabor conocido, un color familiar...toda una vida Una
: Can't pretend that you're nothing special You've got to look at all of your options You can't decide what to go for When it's all about trust You see
: The red poison of your lips The red poison of your eyes Is where I kissed the blood from Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the White of
: [Number dialed] (Hello!?) And there's the rub, we can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't want me anyway, you don't want me
: The days I've felt alone And the sea, it brings me back again So that I can see my wife And I can see my child Home, I'm home, it never changes Same
: Dear friends of this academy Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death.. To see a friend bleed to death What for, some kind of metaphor That I can't see.. So
: Growing up, around these streets Never really felt quite like, like anything Expect nothing, and have the chance To really go somewhere, that you can
: Just to say we're sorry, For the black eyes and bleeding lips. When it's hard to forget How many lies we've told. Oh, how we go, Before I said goodbye
: Behind closed doors we are building up our castles And we wait to be saved behind these sheltered walls Tell me who will be left to save us When we
