Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven Never thought that I'd be standin' At the gates of Heaven Heaven lift me up Heaven
the gates of heaven [Mel, Nat & Nic] (At the gates of heaven) At the gates of heaven [Mel, Nat & Nic] At the gates of heaven [Mel, Nat & Nic] (At the gates of heaven
Превод: Вси светии. Небе.
not your time to die And while the angels sleep All of the devils are awake Waiting to steal your love Right outside of Heaven's gate And all the sacred
I believe? Would I believe? If it wasn't for you Then none of this is for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing If
No good man Lovin' all the no good things Never treats me as he should That ain't no good He's always bringing me down, he's no saint Heaven knows that
cut the cord of love's reward. The seven sisters and the seven sons at the gates of heaven when day is done, but the seven sisters all have sinned and old Saint
m the blunt You could be the lighter babe Fire it up! Writer babe You could be the quote If I'm the lyric baby You could be the note Record that! Saint
me higher, high as heaven can be Our love is super love, fly robin fly Wherever you are, saint or sinner be strong Sono luminus Lift me higher, high as heaven
wasn't any pain But I can't pretend there ain't, I ain't placin' any blame I ain't pointin' fingers, heaven knows there never been a saint I know it
Hey, farewell Alllmy niggas farewell Fayettenam Look, some niggas let there dirt out, Some niggas keep it all in 'em So when a man dies all his secrets
on my hand There're things about all of ya'll have got to understand Latifah- never was a teacher never was a preacher never was a saint never was conceited
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month
believe in You Dear God Sorry to disturb You, but I feel that I should be heard loud and clear We all need a big reduction in the amount of tears And all
you see me in the casket ima look right back at ya, cuz I don't trust money y'all, and fuck every one of y'all, cuz which one of y'all wanna brawl? and
All felt is hope to spilling over Needs are a passing memory fear not worthy Belief, a martyr's burden Heaved upon capable shoulders Dissuade your charge
