: ich spur die schmerzen jetz ja es war ne lange zeit doch unsere liebe gehort jetz der vergangenheit ich breit die flugel aus und fliege fort von dir
: All your eyes have ever seen All you've ever heard Is etched upon my memory I spoken through my words All that I take with me Is all you've left behind
E se non passa, lo sai e per onesta Ma se ti capitasse mai, di sentir questa canzone Tu continua vivi al sole non pensar che sia per te Sono solo mie parole
: Now we're making progress, life goes on for one more day. Now we're building futures, hopeless lives won't be the same. And would you give up everything
: You are God in heaven And here am I on earth So I'll let my words be few Jesus, I am so in love with You And I'll stand in awe of You, Jesus Yes,
: (Zuppini/Crespi) Le mie parole sono solo per te non devi offenderti o reagire male vorrei parlarti con le mani al cuore senza timore di dirti cio
: Alles kann so einfach sein wars nicht so schwer Alles konnte leichter sein wenn Sie nicht war Wenn du Sie beruhrst denkst du an mich und wenn du Sie
: These are my twisted words When I feel you still walking I know I should not look down But I'm so sick of just talking When are you coming back? I
alot of niggas button The UPT is where I stunt, nigga thats my hometown And everybody knows that on Sunday it be going down So until I die I'ma be about that street shit I'm bout mine
new whip Young Buck Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine Even if 50 drop
your cue Summer rain and Christmas tears Holiday addiction and fear Just throw away love and golden years 'Cause daytime you might miss your life I think I've missed mine (Merci a Lea pour cettes paroles
the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashing, fashion Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues Your people holding dough, no parole
it [50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine
bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah) You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga
on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
ringards Se perdent dans leur foulard On traine sa solitude Comme un chien fatigue Et quand elle se denude On lui file un coup de pied Y a meme des musiciens Qui viennent mine
: Guess who died, last night In grey stockings, in all might It was no loss The only God of mine He fell down, just do drown In a sea of delight To tame
close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine ... Oh I am sure No harm will