otro. Ocurre nada. Ya no hay nada logico Desvanezco en el asiento mientras te hablo de trabajo, tu de viajes con amigos ?Te acuerdas de aquel verano? Estoy a
: Save me The skin that's stretched across your bones The scent that lacks the innocents I know Cold front coming, like blisters threw your pores Breathing
: Eu queria ver no escuro do mundo Onde esta tudo que voce quer Pra me transformar no que te agrada No que me faca ver Quais sao as cores e as coisas
is just a song, another message from a friend but let me make this loud and clear i hope you'll finally understand cause this is just a song, another message from a
be, a world citizen, not an american. Forest, sea, and mountains, better late than never, you can protect. You must take a real decision, Intent to create a
out of bed, trying hard to piece together a broken dream. His visions lifelike and full of imagination it's strange to think they come from such a
'm just Second hand Rose From second Avenue! From Second Avenue! Nu! One more time! Everyone knows that I'm just Second hand Rose (From second Avenue
per questo non ti perdo nemmeno un secondo mai sai tu mi hai lasciato il segno perche sei come sei con te non e un impegno nemmeno un secondo mai
: Sentado esperando a que llames, rezando por que des una senal, los dias cada vez van mas despacio y solamente puedo esperar. Que vengas a explicar
: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]
a memory Friday night's such a beautiful night (making a memory) Now you're saying (Making a memory) Don't know why we put up such a fight (making a memory) Over nothing (Making a
purity inside twisted madness filth and vice Death is not selective the darker shroud will fall on all despite Recklessness, the fault in mind anger, laughter can't provide try to turn a
vocifere des insultes salaces, A l'encontre des petasses susnommees. Paul n'aime pas etre seul Paul n'apprecie pas les gens Paul n'aime pas etre seul Mais n
leur soif depuis toutes les denrees, Ruinant les peuples en etendant leur marche. Tandis qu?a chaque minute, a chaque seconde passee, Des gamins pleurent parce qu?ils n
buvait. On aurait dit qu'il revenait D'un long voyage. Quand il eut trop bu, tout a coup, De ses yeux, deux larmes glisserent. Quelqu'un a dit : "Voila
never the exit All black everything in my black V It ain't a game and if it was, it'd be a black Wii I'm on my ?A? game, never on that ?B? shit You on
