Oh, ich kann nicht mehr Ich wei?, ich werde brennen Dein Urteil hat sich langst Um meinen Hals gelegt Oh, ich kann nicht mehr Ich wei?, du wirst mich
(music arcwelder, words s macdonald) Now the closets are empty used to be full Empty lover standing where once there was a soul Touch down come down You
Clouds descending I'm not policing what you think and dream I run into your thought from across the room Just another trick, can I weather this? I've
You fill up my sences like night in the forest like the mountains in spring time like a walk in the rain like a storm in the desert like a sleepy blue
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Alvin, put that harmonica down Why? Because we're gonna sing, that's why Not again Never mind. Now look fellas, this is a pretty song so let's try not
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Este pedazo de acordeon Ahi donde tengo el alma mia.(bis) Aqui tengo mi corazon Y parte de mi alegria (bis). Ay por si acaso yo me muero Les quiero
Teu olhar agudo me espreita Em algum canto do Planeta Quem sabe em Genebra Isso tudo se concerta Quem sabe em Singapura Seja descoberta a cura Quem sabe
We've taken care of everything The words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We
They say it takes a ring of gold, to fix the outer shell So hold on until they return Enslave the native tongue, to mind their freedom out So hold on
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refrein: Hij speelt zo mooi accordeon Van tralalalala en tralalalala Ik wou dat ik het ook zo kon Van tralalalalala Er is geen stuk dat hij niet kent
An old man stood and stared into the music store window And he saw a sorta harmonica lyin' there in the sun He thought of the music the harp could be
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens (Refrain:) Quand
[MF Doom] Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
Je sais que le monde est une question Je sais que la guerre est une invention Et que la terre roule comme un ballon Sous des hommes au c?ur pleins d'ambitions
Ce soir, c'est la fete a la guinguette On danse sur le musette On joue le grand jeu sur une valse ou un tango Samedi au Balajo on n's'prend pas au