Emily I know you think it won't get any better Life has gone and gotten so tough Emily you believe you will never ever Never ever find that you're enough
I got a bag all packed got a ticket for the train Mexico to New Orleans and back again I gotta bottle of tequila, baby Who needs friends? I gotta bottle
Don't save your kisses, just pass them around You'll find my reason is logically sound Who's gonna know that you passed them around A hundred years from
[Music: Holmid] "A hundred years have passes, now it is time to strike back Time to raise our swords and shields again But who will lead us, the armies
Well, a hundred years from now I won't be crying A hundred years from now I won't be blue My heart will have to forget that we ever met But I won't care
Tell me, how do we begin this tragic tale When centuries of fear and hate have left a bloody trail? And will there come a time we'll live to see The sins
Don't save your kisses, just pass 'em around You'll find my reason is logically sound Who's gonna know that you pass them around A hundred years from
Pasastes a mi lado Con gran indiferencia Tus ojos ni siquiera Voltearon hacia mi Te vi sin que me vieras Te hable sin que me oyeras Y toda mi amargura
It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Goin' home time a story on the radio Somethin
A diamond ring and twelve red roses Everything she ever wanted All those dreams and now they're finally here She's so young and he's so perfect They waited
Cent ans dans la peau de l'esclave Et juste apres cent ans de plus Chercher des miettes sous les tables Avant que les blancs ne marchent dessus Dormir
Baby sweet baby Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby
Pasaste a mi lado Con gran indiferencia Tus ojos ni siquiera voltearon hacia mi Te vi sin que me vieras Te hable sin que me oyeras Y toda mi amargura
J'ai cent ans et j' suis bien content J' suis assis sur un banc Et je regarde les contemporains C'est dire si j' contemple rien J' file des coups d' canne
Tutto il respiro d'un continente su di me le bestemmie e il cuore della gente sul perche. Del giorno e della notte del peccato e le virtu sulle coste
(P.Bertoli) Stesi nell'erba tra i fiori di campo Persi a narraci future fortune coi sensi colmi di voglia di vita In tasca solo speranza infinita E
(Andree Watters, Fred St-Gelais) On m?a donne jusqu?a cent ans Pour pouvoir tout imaginer Pour perdre mon temps a ecouter Le son que la terre fait en