Free, I'm alive, yeah All that I am Know that I've woken All of my senses Now I'm half-burning Flames out my eyes From my darkness Close by my side,
Questa canzone indiana e un profumo da seguire per capir di piu' una brezza che ci spinge su con il naso nel cielo E' un dolore che ti scende giu' E che
It was a summer breeze And she would meet me In Chinatown for opium and tea And she always brought me flowers Oh, but I spared you those old ballads All the songs
: Ehi?fatemi parlare, ehi?fatemi inventare, ehi?ehi?ehi?fatemi sognare. Cavallo bianco che non suda mai, e questo il nome che ho dato ad una grande
: When you're feelin' lonely Lost and let down Seems like those dark skies Are following you around And life's just one big shade of gray You wonder
: Right behind you As by the daughter get to heaven seven trumpets big and pride You hear it coming in the middle of the night A caution to the children
: [Intro:] A wonder My girl Yuh a indian (yuh a indian) Chat to me (chat to me) Baby Wine like a gypsy gyal Wine like a gypsy gyal Weh yuh get da wine
: Drink up pretty Don't put the bottle down Until all is happy Until static is found Drink up pretty Alone every night Until you can fake it And pretend
: Elle est toujours, derriere Derriere, derriere Elle a compris ce que m'sieur le maire lui a dit Elle ne quitte plus son mari Il voudrait bien aller
: Tu vas partir, une autre vie t'attend deja Je t'aime encore mais je ne peux rien contre toi Tu ne dis rien pourtant je sais qu'au fond de toi Tu es
: [Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was
my heart was a summer breeze & she would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea.....and she always bought me flowers. But I spared you those old ballads, songs
Mal etreints, trop fiers J'entends... L'absence d'eux... Derriere les fenetres Des vies, longtemps, se perdent Derriere les fenetres J'envie des mondes Qui ressemblent aux songes
: Just a simple suggestion That you don't need to follow We could make it out of here We could be there tomorrow 'Cos there's always tomorrow You're
: Indian summer, fresh mown grass, Girls in the attic looking on them. Indian summer, call me back, Someone tell me there's another way. Is it loud?
: Questa canzone indiana e un profumo da seguire per capir di piu' una brezza che ci spinge su con il naso nel cielo E' un dolore che ti scende giu'
: why can't you see? what you do to me? and why i can't let you go. but if you feel the same as me then, just let me know. but if you don't come you