Übersetzung: Bloem. Fragen Sie meine Mutter.
Übersetzung: Bloem De Ligny. Iris (lyrics).
I want to get my baby Done for the day He's much nicer than I am And quicker than slow To get down to my nylons Lay all your armage on And learn I
Seven was closer And it has no end I freeze it for now and I Follow in blue Nothing as gentle Blue as an icecave, Closer than ice Closer than ice Colder
I've got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar I've got a little cup of coffee in my head I've got an awful big 'peace' of sugarpie when I look at
Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy Via multiple ways I find you are hacking my mind A tongue in my ear my dress off It wears me out - heroine My evil eye, I
you with Your tongue you can embrace me Every time you feel the urge Don't forget to drive the Rosafund Calypso says Bloem & Les Claypool 'I look like Albert Sexamonia' Bloem
Ruby, ruby Is scratching a moonbeam Screaming a sunbeam Flirting around Ruby, ruby You are my mother You are my daughter The sun doesn't know How delicious
Underwater lies my sense Gonna get em all Or maybe not Like the whirl you're nice and cozy Hold my breath Why? Why? Do you make me warm? Underwater
All night, All night I've been shaking around like a leaflet Oh my God, oh my God What's so cruisn' And so these adventures I'm lame and you're Disgusting
Sounds of earthquakes I'm mousy Out in the valley skape We are off but it's over here We should My 'gintay' Sounds of earthquakes I'm 'eluced' we're
Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions
Twinky don't cry I've got a lot under my shoes Like pencils and cartridge and money And dracula, dracula I'm getting undressed And taking pictures of
I may be just a moody goon I mean I am a you I only are you and you hurt me come here here we Are come 'buy' me over your tea you make me So 'emblematical
: E cammino cammino in un bosco qui in montagna posso stare con me io che vivo la vita nascosto dietro me e c'e' un'ombra che gela il mio
: You make a lot of money She makes a lot of time Counts it out and hands it over to you Never asking nothing in return 'Cuz she trusts you Believes
: Fleur que l?on cueille au bord du chemin Insouciant de s?ecorcher la main Fleur posee a la tombee du soir Sur le pas d?une porte, plein d?espoir Fleur
: Svegliati nel sole che sta nascendo, quanta strada ho fatto per arrivare in tempo, ora lascia i sogni che abbiamo chiuso dentro sussurrare ancora nel
