: 'Sa do mhaimeo a, 'sa do mhaimeo a 'Sa do mhaimeo a, cailleach an airgid 'Sa do mhaimeo a, o Bhaile Inis Mhoir a 'S chuirfeadh sa coista
: How come skinhead oi boys have no work I bet if they did they'd go berserk Shut up about the working class A job is no big deal You all look like Hitler
: Et si j'te racontais Notre prochain voyage J'veux dire en plein delire En plein vagabondage J'ai l'air de plaisanter Mais j'rigole pas du tout Etre
: Si les ricains n'etaient pas la Vous seriez tous en Germanie A parler de je ne sais quoi A saluer je ne sais qui Bien sur les annees ont passe Les
: Reality is something that you rise above We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run The
: [feat. Lil B] [Verse 1:] I'm bout to get my dick wet, on the pill I don't give a fuck, I'm a keep it real In my zan with that lean in that fuckin
: (Migliacci/Scialpi ?Scarlet) Pregherei pregherei se mi sentisse lui Chiederei chiederei che ne sara di noi Gli direi gli direi riprendi cio che vuoi
: I'm Rich like a hot noise Rich, rich, rich I'll take you out boy so stuck up wish you'd stick in to me flesh ripped off raaaawr turnin it beatin no
: We got another one baby, baby. You can call me when you need me I'll be there to the rescue. I can be your lil rich town hero(hero) See your man ain
I'm rich like a hot noise, rich, rich, rich I'll take you out boy So stuck up, I'd wish you'd stick in to me Flesh ripped off Turnin' it, beatin' no
Rich world, poor world Everyday it?s gettin? modified Rich world, poor world Aren?t you glad you?re on the western side? Individual luxury just might
Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
winter clothes You ain't got nothing You can't let go Now tell your mother You love her She already knows Now Costa Rica We got nothing to do
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl Better be aware Laughing at danger, virtual stranger Better take care The life you lead sets all your
Your car stereo is state of the art, My ghetto-blaster is fallin' apart. But, Hey man! Your all show, You only listen to techno (echo) Scream! Your
D Barbelivren/F Bernheim Arrete de pleurer Babelou Sur I'argent qui vant plus un clou Arrete de dire que t'es toute seule Ici c'est chacun pour sa gueule
(d barbelivren-f bernheim) Arrite de pleurer babelou Sur i'argent qui vant plus un clou Arrite de dire que t'es toute seule Ici c'est chacun pour sa
I like a girl with caked up makeup In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches