Songtexte:
Blues Flöte

Damn girl's gone crazy All these good-looking blues Banshees with bad skin Coming home to roost Boxed into flying Scratching out birds Fed a diet of

l'orage : Refrain : Petits enfants dans les flots furieux Levez vos mains vraiment vers les cieux Les flots berceurs font pleurer bien des yeux... Pleurez, enfants, perdus dans les flots

Übersetzung: Sylva, Berthe. Legend blauen Wellen.

Übersetzung: Laika. Good Looking Blues.

I'd do anything if I could do it all again. Well, the cannons roared around us and the field was black with lead, I picked a soldier dressed in blue

But a broken heart won't kill you You just want to die But you have to go on livin' anyway I feel it through and through And I've never been so blue And

If you receive an E-mail with a subject of "badtimes" delete it immediatly without reading it This is the most dangerous E-mail virus yet. It will re

i'm standing barefoot Lost in the tall grass A place so quiet It's as if I were never born The clouds are leaving Beneath the setting sun Watch out for

A misunderstanding born outta contempt That was the rock I was battered against Oh sorrow dogged by sorrow was in my heart Don't even know just where