Angst vor der geschichte, angst vor sich selbst Sich in sich zuruckzuziehen Angst vor der welt, angst auszubrechen Sich zu blamieren, sich aufs eis zu
Wie ein Stein gefallen vom sturm verweht zum Himmel geflogen mit Sternen übersät will mehr noch mehr Mit heißen Schauern in die Kä
Alle welt auf droge Stadte im schonheitsschlaf Passagiere schlurfen eifrig austern Gepflegt hei?t die parole Gediegen gewinnt die wahl Hier ist alles
Mucho gusto me llamo Bradley (Pleased to meet you my name is Bradley) Im hornier than Ron Jeremy And if you wanna get popped in your knee Just wipe that
[[Verse 1]] i want you I need you I'd give my freedom just to be with you Together, divided, You are like a song I want to hear again I know that I belong
Get up If you wanna survive Get oh so alive In your life Everything falling out the sky on top of you Now what you do? Fill yourself up now It's the
Marilyn was Russian And she called John... Admiration, vibration Just an L.A. The sun... Fast song Just power, just soul And just swing from the
(This translation is made by Joao Berger. If you have any comments, send me a note. Note: Barumba is the name of a club in London.) Onde e espirito
I'm gay, I'm a Jew and I'm a Communist too I'm black and handicapped but just as human as you I'm highly intelligent but stupid as sauerkraut
Love at first sight was something I had thought that was impossible Baby then you came to me Loving only one person I had thought that was impossible
With an indifferent face you tell a lie Laughing until you feel sick ?Let?s have nothing but fun? you said Feeling blue over desiring the impossible
Verse 1 I will leave the light on for you With a plate of food And at the door step darlin' I left the keys for you And I'll hold my tongue if that is
Ready for take off Are you ready?
© 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI He met her in a French cafe She slipped in sideways like a cat Sidelong glances What a wary little stray! She sticks in his
Um, dois, tres, quatro... Umbabarauma homen gol Umbabarauma homen gol Joga bola joga bola jogador Joga bola quero jogar bola jogador Pula, pula
Moving forward using all my breath Making love to you was never second best I saw the world thrashing all around your face Never really knowing it was
The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose Inspiring
Slipping through the sand and the sand through your fingertips Silence was the fear and the fear knew me all too well Waiting at the edge of the sea,