their gay shit, when i speak I drop nothing but the motherfucking hits huuwee, the streets are mine, you can talk all you want but just look how I ride, sur
canto al viento El cantar de los cantores Hace llorar a los mayores Yo te regalo mis canciones Remedio a los dolores De oriente a occidente Gente vamos ya Del sur
I'm a ho... Yes I Am Baby I wear skimpy clothing It's very tight I work all hours of the night Waiting for someone to pay me You probably see me everywhere
l'oro non sempre luccica Quando un fiore e dipinto Odore non ha Una lucciola non e fuoco mai E come se cercassi dentro te la goccia che canta la sabbia
une affaire Que d'etre abandonnee par son premier amour Il suffit simplement de sourire et se taire Depuis cheri, moi tous les jours {Refrain:} J'ai chante sur
Uber den Wipfeln des westlichen Haines Winket uns freundlich der rotliche Schein; Unter den Zweigen des ostlichen Haines Sauselt der Kalmus im rotlichen
Have I ever told you what I feel? About what's to come and why we live Ever since I was a little kid I've been cautious and I've sealed my lips But
Scarlet boots, the kiss of death Patience and the end of it Blended angels, whispered love Countdown 'til it's gone for long Velvet voices, haunting slow
Per disgrazia o per fortuna non si puo dire, dovresti per lo meno provare. Lo so che non hai vita e non ti hanno chiesto niente, il tuo cuore, ne il
[Verse 1:] Gorgeous, confident, high self esteem Don't have to depend on a man to buy her things She got her own job and got her own car And she ain't
Can't wake me We're out here on our own No Christmas tree Just the ice around our toes We're holding now We won't sink, we will be found We're holding
Well we love to teach about and we love to preach about We love to sing about our Jesus All done on our knees and pray and thinking in our special way
This rain might wash me away But the sun might burn my face This corner chews me up, spits me out, picks me up, tears me down I don\\\'t count my sins
Come day, go day Wish in me heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk through the week Whiskey on a Sunday He sits in the corner of old beggar's bush
't think they want someone else youre giving up, please dont stop, please dont stop just sing along til youre favorite song takes you back to where you come from time and place, you cant
ce pays ou l'on vit si vieux ? Les gens d'ici ont-ils arrache des livres Les pages du siecle derriere eux ? Aveugles par les reflets du soleil de cuivre Sur
? corro nel vento e canto la vita intera e canto la primavera e canto l?ultima sera e canto per chi mi ascoltera voglio cantare sempre cantare cantare... canto
se sufra tanto ojala que llueva cafe en el campo pa que en villa hidalgo oigan este canto ojala que llueva cafe en el campo pa que todos los ninos canten este canto