: Guerra fra i poveri , inoki yo ,guerra fra i poveri , gardens abitudineri , porzione massiscia... Inoki : Guerra di fraintesi , esibizionisti , i
: (B. Dylan) I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
: [VERSE] I've been running around I gotta slow down and spend time with my man From city to city Pleasing the world but neglecting him Living on the
: (Weston/Lee/Weston) In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare. Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife
: C G* Am C G*, Am, C ?Cuando vas a venir otra vez por aqui? Cuando gire el poniente en tu cuello. Tu tenias que hacer lo que habia que hacer pero el
: ( Mc Clinton ) Your arms around me How can i complain With your arms around me Uhm, i know i'm a lucky man With your arms around me Honey, i'm taller
: Jonesmann!: Pump den shit in dein schadel du affe jetzt flie?en dir tranen ich hor mc?s und ich geh rap retten sag wie sind die plane supermann hammpelmanner
: Brilliant, we're describing something dumb You create to desecrate The villian I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
: I see your face and feel your heartache I see the trace of the tears you have cried The silent sound of the heart left unspoken You were strong enough
: L'horizon disparait, Si tout s'embrume. Et je ne sais plus ou aller. Il n'y a plus de raisons De t'attendre plus longtemps. Il faut bien y croire et
think of this Armenia, city in the sky Armenia, city in the sky The sky is glass, the sea is brown And everyone is upside-down Armenia, city in the sky Armenia
: If you want my sympathy Just open your heart to me and you'll get whatever you'll ever need you think that's too hight for you Oh baby, I would die
den Armen der Nacht. Wenn dann der Tag neu beginnt, liegen wir uns in den Armen zartlich und sacht. Von der Liebe bewacht in den Armen der Nacht.
: i'm so sick... i'm so fucking sick... i'm so sick of all these talks about how good it was back then about how everything' has changed and how you
: Tutti mi chiedono se credo in Dio Tutti mi chiedono se credo in Dio Tutti mi chiedono se credo in Dio E lui crede a me? Povero Cristo, povero che Povero
: En junio si, veras nevar sabiendo como imaginar si sobre un arbol vives tu hecho de caucho nada mas Siente el aire en la manana parece incienso, nos
: Anche d'estate nevica se la tua mente immagina se la tua casa e un albero di gomma piuma e canapa senti l'aria del mattino che sa d'incenso e di primula
: Que mis brazos se vallan contigo, que los tuyos se vengan conmigo, para vernos los dos cara a cara y juntar nuestros labios heridos y decirte mil