: There ain't a dream that don't Have a chance To come true now It just takes a little faith baby Anything that we want to do We can do now There ain
liefste, zelfs niet jij Ik kan het niet verklaren, 't is een gloed die smeult en brandt Ja, los wil ik mij scheuren, los van elk gezond verstand Het zijn bergen
: Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But
: Montagnes Valdotaines Vous etes mes amours Hameaux, clochers, fontaines Vous me plairez toujours Montagnes Valdotaines Vous etes mes amours
: In the mountains near Dellray, acres and a farm Music in the barn, it's no struggle Snow in the sun, october in the rain The people that have come
: It is the dawn It Is The Dawn Time has shifted Mountains Bloom The air is thinner [Repeat all] One Two Three Four Five Six Seven
: Elle descend de la montagne a cheval Elle descend de la montagne a cheval Elle descend de la montagne Elle descend de la montagne Elle descend de la
: [Music: Abbath; Lyrics: Demonaz] The storm is getting colder In a place of the frozen sun Alone on the mountainside Breathing the clearest winds
: Kaveleeko kenkas vaikka jalat jarruttaa Kohti kylmaa kylaa jossa vapaus vallan saa Aavehuudot korviin kaikuu, pyytaa seuraamaan Uskallatko nousta kohti
: You call me a mountain And I call you the sea I'll stand tall and certain And watch you swallow me You can move me if you want to You can move a mountain
: Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing on a dune, The
: (John Stewart) [Chorus:] Comin' from the mountains, crossin' o'er the plains. It's off to California, then back again to Maine. Singin' a song that
: (P. French/H. Collisson) Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night. They don't sow potatoes nor barley
: A land with mountains of depressiveness. Peaks of black, touch the sky. Surrounded by fog, no signs of life. Living a life of subconsciousness, In
: Im Fruhtau zu Berge wir zieh?n, fallera Es grunen die Walder und Hohn, fallera Wir wandern ohne Sorgen Und singen in den Morgen Noch ehe im Tale die
: La la la aaaa In a house on an island there's a tale that must be told of our mysterious Misty Mountains behind all the songs I wrote lives an old
: My breath in the cold And the demon that`s waiting at the end of my road Is breaking down my will and my reality. While I scream inside my agony ,
: Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh
