Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years It comes, and everyone's in fear We pray, and hope we will survive If they don't like me then I die No, I ain't talkin
Mmh, you're sticking to my finger Mmh, you smell like used before Mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more First time we walked the
Tercüme: A-ha. Kadife [de Phazz Mix].
Tercüme: De-Phazz. Anchorless.
Tercüme: De-Phazz. Çöp Kutusu.
Mix it right, shake it up Be sure to serve it in a cup Mix it right it's in your hands To try to find the smoothest blend Mix it right, shake it up
What an affair That keeps me longing For someone there, for someone new You were so good In doing the wrong thing Now I'll be good in being untrue I'
Zuerst war ich der detektiv der niemals schlief, der niemal schlief keine spur war mir zu heiss wir tanzten auf dem eis waren beide schuldig irgendwie
Quand l'amour se met a battre la cadence Ll n'est plus question de contenance Ecoute bien le conseil de sheherazade: Amour qui n'souffre pas est plaisir
You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son I don't mind, rub the lamp and the show goes on I can make you travel in time and space I can change your
Lookin' at the sun, lookin' down on me Lookin' at the sun setting me free Lookin' at the sun lookin' down on me Shining down on me... Lookin' at the
- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears? - My heart is strained with bloodness Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready, dance with me, George!
Walking down a foggy London street one day Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet Everything in my life was going O. K. I bad some extra money, and all my
Mmh, you're sticking to my finger Mmh, you smell like used before Mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more First time we walked
Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years It comes, and everyone's in fear We pray, and hope we will survive If they don't like me then I die No, I ain't
What is that you want from me, What is it that you all just can't see, You don't like the person who is loving me, Leave me alone get a life of your
It's a word in a rhyme, a letter in a slot A ghost in a closet, wing in the sky It's a stiched bead in the sand A golden ring on your left hand It's
When I was born You were a sapling on the lawn And as I grew, You developed, too Strong limbs that I liked to tease Would billow in the breeze, Intoxicating
