jamais volees Et meme malgre la tristesse Des grands regards qui me blessent Mains prises, je m?enfoncerai Dans le grand paradis des billes Au paradis des billes
That little fight we had last night Though I would much rather be dead Than admit to myself that you were right Oh, oh, oh, oh Don't be silly, turn on Billie
Garbage fires, worn out tires Dull jackknives, broken lives Starts and stops at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish Thoughts of war behind
little fight we had last night. Though I would much rather be dead than admit to myself that you were right. Oh, oh, oh, oh (chorus) Don't be silly, turn on Billie
Превод: Бил Милър. Купчина от камъни.
Превод: Бил Монро. Breaker (или цветя Solitude Stone).
little fight we had last night. Though I would much rather be dead than admit to myself that you were right. Oh, oh, oh, oh [chorus] Don't be silly, turn on Billie
jamais vole Et meme malgre la tristesse Des grands regards qui me blesse Mains prises je m'enfoncerai Dans le grand Paradis des billes Le paradis des billes
"Again I offer you my life Lay down my heart at your feet But if you accept this offering Some obligations will have to be fulfilled Remember to worship
[Music: Jeff, Lyrics: Kelly] Mental vortex whirled me down I have lost my sense Naked helpless, I was drowned In the tears of sand Yellow scenery lying
Si mon grand-papa, quand il etait celibataire, N'avait pas su plaire a une jeune cremiere Oui, si grand-papa n'avait pas rencontre grand-mere Je n'
Elles sont vraiment exquises Les fesses de la marquise. Croyez-moi ces fesses la Sont des fesses de gala. Depuis que je les frequente Elles sont si convaincantes
Comme disent les anciens C'etait le bon temps, Faire partie des tiens C'etait important, Avec toi, les portes S'ouvraient a coup sur Maintenant y a
aurais jamais vole Et meme malgre la tristesse Des grands regards qui me blesse Mains prises je m'enfoncerai Dans le grand Paradis des billes Le paradis des billes
