Превод: Тонове на опашката. Лъвовете.
Превод: Тонове на опашката. Изпълнение.
I said I'd never forget your face vaulted away inside my head and memories never seem to fade you were the best part of my life:my last regret Now I'
Es tonen die Lieder Der Fruhling kehrt wieder Es spielet der Hirte Auf seiner Schalmei
Martelee, repetee, certains l'aiment bien rythmee Saturee, eraillee, d'autres dejantee Melodique, artistique, certains l'aiment harmonisee Double kick
Last call for alcohol! Last call for alcohol! You can do what the fuck you think, but it's time for your last drink. If you ain't got it, you better get
: What do you think they would say If I stood up and I walked away Nobody here really understands me, and so I'll wave goodbye , I'm fine Tones of home
: I said I'd never forget your face vaulted away inside my head and memories never seem to fade you were the best part of my life:my last regret Now
: Es tonen die Lieder Der Fruhling kehrt wieder Es spielet der Hirte Auf seiner Schalmei
: Me he visto suavemente recostado en tonos rosas boca arriba ewn al parte superior mmm... del colchon explo la cama con verte a los ojos a los ojos
: (Instrumental)
: Last call for alcohol! Last call for alcohol! You can do what the fuck you think, but it's time for your last drink. If you ain't got it, you better
I said I'd never forget your face vaulted away inside my head and memories never seem to fade you were the best part of my life:my last regret Now I
The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Look alive. A nervous narcotic speaks
What do you think they would say If I stood up and I walked away Nobody here really understands me, and so I'll wave goodbye , I'm fine Tones of home
Con sette note nascono milioni di canzon briose, strane, tristi, dolci, piene di passion anch'io per Santa Croce, mentre impazza Carneval ho scritto
Song that xxx goes on (it?s) the sound of my heart Captured in tone That sleeps in my soul It won?t let go Won?t let go Still, still waters run deep
sale, sale sale dolcemente lentamente verso il naso sale musica bollente nell'aria e nella mente mentre tutto in faccia piano piano mi scende il nero