Übersetzung: Ian Van Dahl. Castles In The Sky (feat. Annemie Coenen).
I need your flesh and blood, so baby give it to me. (3x) This is a manhunt, I'm going for blood I gotta find you, I give all I got Let me surprise you
: Ho imparato tutto da mia madre Fare il bagno in vasca da mia madre Ridere e cantare da mia madre Ma a far la corte da papa Giocare a carte da papa
: Written by Babyface Me diste todo y mas que todo me ensenaste tu Te llevo dentro de mi Y tu fuerza me hace vivir, si Cuando a mi lado no te siento
: i get turned on by your nylons in the hamper parents out of town, i guess they're sleeping in the camper tonite i bet they're getting sweaty 'cause
: Ma mere me disait Si mes cheveux sont blonds Et sur mon front Tu vois marque le temps Tu m'as donne ces rides mon enfant Ma mere me disait Mes yeux
: My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist In pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father At a fete in Aix-en-Provence. He
: Tu vas comprendre pourquoi je ne jure jamais sur la tete de ma mere... Elle vaut beaucoup trop chere... Heureusement.. Heureusement qu'on herite pas
: I'm born into this world I'm forced into this life Grew up with bible's law And the same Sunday walk I felt a never ending journey Started up to ask
: My mummy's dead I can't get it through my head Though it's been so many years My mummy's dead I can't explain So much pain I could never show it My
: What the fuck are you doing Don't you know right from wrong I didn't care you fucked my sister But please stop stickin it in my mom. Humiliations over
: [Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, uh-huh, okay I'm tired, I'm out here strugglin', ma These crooked ass police, these crooked ass bitches (Staten Island
[Verse 1 - Legacy] Haha I always wanted to do this 1, 2, 3, 4 I might just let you meet my mom! Last week my mom said I had too many girl friends com
What the fuck are you doing Don't you know right from wrong I didn't care you fucked my sister But please stop stickin it into my mom. My mom, my mom,
The struggle for life would soon be over A young man on his deathbed lay Here is his head in dying anger And this what I heard him say Take this message
Last night as I lay down to sleep I heard someone began to weep Then I got up just to see I heard my mother praying for me She was kneeling by her bed
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines
