: Buonanotte, buonanotte amore mio Buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo Ti ringrazio per avermi stupito Per avermi giurato che e' vero Il granturco
Dans mon c?ur Tu fleuriras toujours Au grand jardin d'amour Petite fleur... {Break} Dans mon c?ur Tu fleuriras toujours Au grand jardin d'amour Petite fleur
: Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside.
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
(Jeffe) Oh dear I'm so tired and so lonesome I wonder why mommy don't come She told me to shut up my blue eyes And before I woke up she'd be home
LITTLE BLOSSOM (Traditional) « © '58 PD » Oh dear I'm so tired and so lonely I wonder why mommy don't come She told me to close my pretty
THE ANSWER TO LITTLE BLOSSOM (arr. Hank Snow) « © '58 Hill & Range Songs » Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell
Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. a word
Save our lives, can't revive Your magic place is nearing hell Set it straight, can't relate I hope your friends treat you well All the waiting, killing
Small flowers crack concrete Narcotic squads sweep through poet dens Spilling coffee grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls By frazzled pony tailed hair And
The little green flower with the yellow on top You told me the name but I soon forgot I know roses and forget-me-nots what's That little green flower
Buonanotte, buonanotte amore mio Buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo Ti ringrazio per avermi stupito Per avermi giurato che e' vero Il granturco
Buonanotte, buonanotte amore mio buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo ti ringrazio per avermi stupito per avermi giurato che e` vero il granturco nei
pleurs Mon ame triste qui s?embrume Petite fille, petite fleur Ainsi notre vie se resume Des joies, des peines et quelques gestes Tiens-moi la main, petite fleur
[Thurston] small flowers crack concrete narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens spilling coffe grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls by frazzled ponytailed
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get
Buonanotte, buonanotte amore mio, buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo. Ti ringrazio per avermi stupito, per avermi giurato che e vero. Il granturco