: Per fare una canzone di Natale non basta un argomento natalizio ma occorre un ingrediente piu speciale: lo zenzero Ma chi lo avrebbe detto che lo zenzero
: All the things you sad to me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening my mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to
: something infests me when I'm alone it's lunacy I want to vomit, spit out my life so queer is seems retract your reverence and slander me I'm the traitor
One, two, three, four Certain kinds of nights Find me swimming alone, inside my bed Certain kinds of songs Leave me without a sound, without a trace
(Instrumental)
All the things you sad to me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening your mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to
something infests me when I'm alone it's lunacy I want to vomit, spit out my life so queer is seems retract your reverence and slander me I'm the traitor
(Downes/Payne/Howe) (Instrumental)
All the things you sad to me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening my mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to where
Ginger on your head Threw my coat No more I drink spicy pink Spicy pink soup I love you For hiking through the grainy parts of New York But I vanished
No more time left to cry Kiss our old life goodbye All this time we've been asleep But each new day brings changes with the breeze Ginger is freedom
Übersetzung: Case. Ingwer.
Übersetzung: Elio e le Storie Tese. Ingwer.
Übersetzung: Jeremiah Freed. Ingwer.
Übersetzung: Hooverphonic. Ingwer.
Übersetzung: Program The Dead. Ingwer.