: Yuruyorum yalnyz ba?yma Nereye gitti?ini bilmedi?im bir patikada Ula?amyyorum y?y?a Gune? hic do?mayynca Unutulmu? diyarlarda... U?uyorum so?ukta
Is this goodbye? Well, you'd be better off dead Than lying here alone I'm desperately waiting For the beating of my heart It just won't come Unless you
[1st verse] I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) You're tired and you're poor, you long to be free, but in this Godforsaken land you find no home, no family on the
I'm gonna sign my name to full confession. It seems the woman I loved last night belongs to another man. They like to take you home; they like to
I am walkin' in the blast rays of the setting sun Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun I say this little boy is angry, I say
Dance, dance, dance in the graveyard Slow down, pretend to save your Loneliness is free Your lonely 'cause of me Peel back layers of hatred Black eyes
Another night turns into day I haven't slept yet, but I'm okay See if you dabble with fire, there'll be hell to pay I might as well have a drink to wash
From the Golden seat of Ramses to the ending of the sacred Nile The pharaohs of this ancient land the deserts cross countless miles Inside the labyrinth
Damned if I do Tell me what's up with the teenage indecision I'm mad in love but you won't give me permission You said, "Be here at 9" Then scream at
Besar esa boca es toda una aventura, donde hago piruetas y empiezo a caer. Besar esa boca no tiene clemencia. Besar esa boca es jugar y perder. por eso
Damned for the things I say Damned for the views I take Damned whether I'm wrong or right Damned for the way I live my life Chorus: No matter what I
------ Maudit! Di notte voglio entrare nei segreti tuoi E voglio costruire una fortezza senza inganni Saro` il corto circuito nella stanza dei bottoni
Wherever you go, He'll bring sorrow. Cursed creature, Death in both eyes; One look from him And beauty dies. Cursed creature, Hands on his ears. We
The city of angels is filled with apparitions Ghosts, Musicians and Politicians All waiting to shake your hand But they'll stab you in the back baby Just
All the guys That really have the money Are too old To have a good time with it Too old to turn the women on Too old to have a fast car and drive it
Cursed to be born Beautifil, poor and female There's none that suffer more She's the queen of the bees That buzz in the bars Fresh as a strawberry And
Over me Cover me Deep inside The fever sea Lame from my My mother's womb Born a cripple and sick Under a red moon My hands bleed Feet red raw I'm a
