Lover's ties, so cold in the night .. arise, ... here in my fright Oh careless love, what should I do There's something wrong, there's something wrong
Either way you're gonna lose Roses are red violets are blue Aids are contageous so watch who ya skrew Roses are red violets are blue She's a bint and
No more blood for no more oil Let's march our troops off that dying nation's soil Out of struggle and out of strife They're only gonna live half a life
Tłumaczenie: Robert Plant. Oomaph (Watery Bint).
Hey, ain't nobody going to my house tonight unless we fuckin Ain't nobody going to my house tonight unless we fuckin Ain't nobody going to my house tonight
Hang a picture up on your wall Tighten all the nails so it don't fall In this picture, could have been a picture of my face Something painful, went and
To get up the bond for an inner west flat He'd work for anybody if he wasn't working for her dad She's practicing saying I do or I will 'Cause she don
We can call Mrs. Johnson To keep the kids a day or two Take the early flight to Florida Just the way we used to do Have room service bring us breakfast
Tell me is my time is wasted? Or am I ok? Would you be friends with me on any other day? Well. I know we've been through this before. But I remember thinking
Tell me is my time wasted? Or am I okay? Would you be friends with me on any other day? Well, I know we've been through this before But I remember thinking
We'll just be the same old friends If we can't be the same old sweethearts Then we'll just be the same old friends For I want someone like you just to
Vocalise And in the morning of my time I'll try to understand I learn by what I find And love you if I can We don't need to know the answers To hope
Si no podemos amarnos Si las horas al pasar Nos han borrado el deseo Para que continuar Si no podemos amarnos Si ya no sirve sonar Si lo que duerme el
Bintou eh bintou bintou were were Bintou eh bintou bintou were were Bintou beta Cocody were were Bintou beta Marcory were were Bintou beta Adjame were
Ce n'est que le chant d'un marin qui, le soir, Le fredonnait a son bord, En quittant le port. Ce n'est qu'un refrain qu'il chantait plein d'espoir Souvenir
