: Tu nel tuo letto caldo io per le strade al freddo ma non e questo che mi fa triste Qui fuori dai tuoi sogni l'amore sta morendo ognuno pensa solo a
: I am the rain Held in disdain Lotions and potions just add to my fame The rime that in spain Fall on the plain The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be
: Chissa se avremo altre occasioni per dirci che succede come finira in questi giorni cosi strani un po veloci quando tutto dorme esia che prima o poi
gonna look to the sky (Grace under pressure) Lift my head up high, under pressure Grace, my Lord grace (Grace under pressure) Lift your head up to the sky Grace (Grace
I am the rain Held in disdain Lotions and potions just add to my fame The rime that in spain Fall on the plain The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be contained
We want it all, we want it now We want life to be fair, everybody does We lose ourselves under the faces That we learn to wear, oh, we just wanna be loved
Walking down the street, Kicking cans, Looking at the billboards, (? ) Summing up the people, Checking out the race, Doing what I'm doing, Feeling out
Saw the news in the afternoon 'Nother war will be coming soon Man ripped up like a piece of paper With his wife looking on and no one to help her Hammill
Saw the news in the afternoon Another war will be coming soon Man ripped up like a piece of paper With his wife looking on and no-one to help her
Tradução: Graham Coxon. Gracias a Dios por la lluvia.
Tradução: Jones, Grace. Caminando bajo la lluvia.
Tu nel tuo letto caldo io per le strade al freddo ma non e questo che mi fa triste Qui fuori dai tuoi sogni l'amore sta morendo ognuno pensa solo a se
lluvia me mojo mientra cae la lluvia.. no cabe duda que el ritmo viene y va.. Cae la lluvia me mojo mientra cae la lluvia.. panama music... (Gracias
Never said the way would be easy Didn't guarantee a permanent smile Everyday can't always be sunny Rain has got to come afterwhile That same rain has
I throw my filth on the grace of One who's beauty is beyond me And I wait And I wait Chorus: I wait for Your rain to fall The waves of Your grace wash
[Music: S.Lill / Lyrics: A. Kuntz] A shattered lamp imbrues the night projecting sharp figures in his face ten thousand days to paint your wings and
Chissa se avremo altre occasioni per dirci che succede come finira in questi giorni cosi strani un po veloci quando tutto dorme esia che prima o poi
