: Che tu ne faccia meraviglia o spettacolo banale lacrime a rendere o scherzo di carnevale neve di ferragosto, macchina per sognare musica per i
: Anytime you need me babe, just call I'll be there Call and see what a good friend can be When you need someone to care Nothing more than understanding
: All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart, This is the one for me, Time to meet the chef, O boy! running man is out of death. Feel cold
: Let me in here, I know I've been here Let me into your heart Let me know you, let me show you Let me roll it to you All I have is yours All you see
: You say you want to talk it over Want to try again But there's no way of workin' out This love that we're not in We could talk and talk and accomplish
: Anytime you need a friend Anytime you're at an end Call on me and I'll be there with you Just my luck if you don't want me to Don't leave me in a
: Se tu mi chiedi come sto Sto che oggi proprio non lo so Non mi va di parlare Non saprei cosa dire E cosi Adesso sono qui come mi vedi Vista dall'alto
: Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone.
: (Dylan) Come gather round people wherever you may roam Admit that the waters around you have grown Admit that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
: In the thunder and rain You stare into my eyes I can feel your hand Movin up my thighs Skirt around my waist Wall against my face I can feel your
: Go make your next choice be your best choice And if you're looking for a boy with a voice, well baby I'm single Are you in the mood for some dude
: (B. Dylan) Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men
: (B. Dylan) My love she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like fire like ice People
: (B. Dylan) I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
: (B. Dylan) "Oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't
: (B. Dylan) Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, the railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride
: (B. Dylan) With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your
: (B. Dylan) Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark. As the night comes in a-fallin', The dogs 'll lose their bark. An'