Ave domine! Ave domine! [III. The Cimmerian oath] [CHORUS] By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona
Превод: Domine. В Аквилония Suite Pt.1.
domine! Ave domine! [III. The Cimmerian oath] [CHORUS] By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona
Something is about to give I can feel it coming I think I know what it is I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to live And when I'm flat on my back I
You ain't gotta drive up and sit behind a table You ain't gotta drop money if you ain't able Send a kite I promise I'll write with a kite You ain't gotta
I'm coming back I traveled far And now that I've lost my map I'm searching for the start I wanna feel you deeper I sailed a lonely sea Just like an aimless
Come up and be a kite Beelzebub is aching in my belly-oh My feet are heavy and I'm rooting in my wellios And I wanna get away and go From all these mirror
I'm as high as a kite, my mind sours high above the earth. Cut me laughin with a child's delight And as for us these kind of days go I've found worse.
Lil Wayne: Hello world! Young moola baby! Nicki Minaj: Murda dem, Murda dem (Yea) Just one word body a third of them (Nicki) I kick kick game, can'
With a tuppence for paper and string You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight With your fist holding tight
You are a lonely child, nobody prays for you Sadly, faces will remind That you're not real anymore Shadow, sleep softly, dreams will fill your mind You
Let's go fly a kite Up to the highest height Let's go fly a kite And send it soaring Up through the atmosphere Up where the air is clear Oh, let's go
Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail They'll be blown away by a merry gale, Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind And they won
I hid myself from failure and fear Oh my dear you're a threat to the bad in us all They tell themselves that each word from your lips Or the grace in
A tattered old kite Must have been spring when you got flown But there's no leaves in sight Left you to swing up there alone Tangled in branches and held
Mr. Banks: With tuppence for paper and strings You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground You're a bird in a flight With your fist
