Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I
Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me
Tradução: Dan Bern. Cuervo.
Tradução: Fogelberg, Dan. Cuervo.
: I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done Will they size my fit for a
: I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done Will they size my fit for a puzzle
: Mentre a notte saluta sta citta 'nzieme a mme sta cuccat' nu raggio 'e sole e accummenciano a fa rummore tutt'e voce e chistu quartiere addo a gente
: You told me that it wasn't personal. I traded everything for this and now it's gone. Where is this coming from? Once more you're recovering? from all
go. Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame to warm their bones at Christmas time? Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow. Now, as
go. Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame to warm their bones at Christmas time? Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow. Now as
me be on my way? Wont you help me be on my way? So i can set me free. Saw murder in her eyes, The dark of a thousand crows. Cold thriller in disguise
: Forget about the fight to wear the crown of scars Cause you've already won Forget the pain and leave tears behind you Bury underneath your feet the
: From a battle I've come To a battle I ride Blazing up to the sky Chains of fate Hold a fiery stride I'll see you again when I die High and mighty
: From a battle I've come, to a battle I ride Blazing up to the sky Chains of fate hold a fiery stride I'll see you again when I die High and mighty
: [Joey DeMaio] From a battle I've come To a battle I ride Blazing up to the sky Chains of fate Hold a fiery stride I'll see you again when I die High
: Hey? les gars, J'voudrais juste poser un texte? Meme si y'a pas d'theme, lacher les mots d?ma tete... Parce que dans ma tete c?est confus? Je veux
: Talking by the pool of light, language from America. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd They are not a melting pot, say no
a crow chasing the butterfly dandelions lost in the summer sky When you and I were getting High as outter space, I never Thought you'd slip away - Like a crow
