nos vingt ans La-bas Nous monterons les rues usees par les pas Des amants qui s'aimaient tous a Cordoba La-bas Sous le poids du soleil S'endort Cordoba
: It's a good day to fuckin' die A good day....A fuckin good day Truth be told the water looks cold And the trees fly by as we drive The sun goes down
: (Instrumental)
: Es begann als der Priester starb, Als sie ihn begruben spuckten sie in sein Grab. Der hohe Vater hatte Selbstmord begangen, Und sich selbst ans Glockenseil
: (feat. Anne Sofie Von Otter) Down by the harbourside A boat is fastened by a length of rope. It was a perfect match, Dreaming of escape, Feeling
: You like to keep me dangling on a string 'Cause you know without you my life don't mean a thing So I beg you Please don't drag that string around,
: Es tan distinto el mundo desde aqui Sobre un hilo imaginario el silencio me ire El espacio infinito yo asi cruzare Alas no tengo que me hagan volar
: drift out into a distant place crawl back towards a steady base and make a frame, in which you can play your final game can you make sure that where
: Brede seil over Nordsjo gar; hoyt pa skansen i morgnen star Erling Skjalgsson fra Sole, - speider over hav mot Danmark: "Kommer ikke Olav Trygvason
: Shape your eyes and watch them burn There's always fire 'round the night I want to grown into yourself Wiping out the wise below Watch you change into
: Stars are bright And everything's clear tonight We might change our minds In the sunlight I think you don't want me Just spinning my head lately If
: She was more than a regular fling Expertise in doing her thing She's a queen looking for a king Expecting a diamond ring And oh gosh no I can't give
: (feat. Big Boi) Monae and Leftfoot Whoaaa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you
: From the wrinkles on my forehead To the mud upon my shoe Everything's a memory With strings that tie to you In my dream I'm often running To the place
: Quelque soit l'ivresse Qu'importe le flacon Le temps qui reste Est de moins en moins long La vie nous dresse La corde et les chaussons Mais rien ne
: Too late to think or filter anymore A bitter pill to swallow Maybe you?re in a blanket haze of ephedrine I?m wonderin where the hell you been So come
: Can't find yourself If you're lost in a crowd Can't hear advice If you're screaming out loud For someone please listen to me can't figure out What