: Intro: Wenn die Ironie des Schicksals "Hallo" sagt, Und sie mal wieder dich auserkoren hat. Dann lass dich von ihr nicht argern, Junge sei doch kein
: Dimmi dimmi dimmi cos?e quel senso di insoddisfazione dentro di te eppure una casa ce l?hai uno straccio di lavoro non ti manca e non sai che cosa
: The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted
: Retour a moi meme: Come back straight to me: je suis tant preoccupee de toi. I'm so worried about you. Speak, understand, mon amour, my love..
: Alone in the waves of time Looking for which way is mine I'm down and Im totally poor I am the slave of chance Losing control of my brain I feel
: (B. Dylan) The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had
: Out of all the save roads promised, We return to the one with no self control. It's a fuel to the fire that should never burn While everything around
: The sky is painting us a sunset while the shadow of our summer is passing us by And in it's parting breeze i feel my arms losing their grip around
que le valet vienne, - en fermant la barriere - les moutons allaient manger dans les champs et pres sales. Avant que le valet vienne, les moutons allaient manger x2. Le valet
drive up and I greet you A glad handshake and the money But that's not all that I'm into I take your keys I park your ride I'm your valet I hope you'
: [Instrumental]
: Fuck It! I get the feeling tonight that it's goin' down I get the feeling shit might hit the fan I get the feeling 'cus she left without a reason but
: (Feat. Summer Cem) [Part 1:] (Nazar) Das ist kein Song fur Tranendrusen, Jungs, das hier ist Hard Knock Life ich machs wie Sefyu Molotov Undercover
: (Feat. Claudette Ortiz (City High)) This is the remix! [J.D. (Claudette)] Yea, (JD) see y'all know we takin this (Claudette) Uh huh, (Wyclef), uh
she didn't get him he didn't really get her either they got together not the stuff of movies let me be your Main Man let me be your Cowboy let me do
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall The curfew had been lifted and
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin' for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall The curfew had been lifted
Welcome to the year of the psycho It's been a long, long wait Welcome to a modern blitzkrieg With peace, I can't relate Welcome to death now you'll love