und ?ne neue Hose braucht ich auch! Refr. Doch ihre Konten wachsen weiter Wahrend uns das Wasser bis zum Halse steht! Und ihre Arsche werden breiter
Sohle und ?ne neue Hose braucht ich auch! Refr. Doch ihre Konten wachsen weiter Wahrend uns das Wasser bis zum Halse steht! Und ihre Arsche werden breiter
: Todas las cosas que salgo a buscar Esas cosas que hoy son recuerdos Me dicen que la vida es corta para mi Y vivo como puedo Ya no quedan rastros pero
: (Bowie) In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers
Doch schon bald haben wir dann Blut geleckt Seitdem sind wir breit - und die Welt sieht fur uns jetzt viel bunter aus So breit - so froh, uns hangt die
: We all lead such elaborate lives Wild ambitions in our sights How an affair of the heart survives Days apart and hurried nights Seems quite unbelievable
: Grey London morning, wet London streets Rain on the window, wind in the trees It's my time to write, it's your time to call There's something about
: Knit one, purl two This sweater, my darling,'s for you While vigil youa?re keeping through rain and storm This sweater will keep you warm Purl
: Dullness gorges all around Penetrated into deep of mind The indifferent neglect wins The mechanical fight of meanings Cold around, cold inside Incineration
am Bett Guck meine Atemwege wurden durch ein Splitter zerfetzt Bin vom Lauf von meiner Schlafe gereizt Denn unser aller Schicksal ist knapp 9 mm breit
The river's too wide now for crossing The water's rush too loud for talking We never build bridges for walking 'Cause the river's too wide A gentle stream
Breath out, breath in, breath out There?s a MC flowin? deep and wide, deep and wide Rhymes I got plenty, keep ?em right by my side Come and get a flow
Bronx, Brooklyn Queens, Manhattan Staten Island Keith in the house It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin' from China Y'all fronted in rented
By: jimmy buffett and greg taylor 1977 I guess it all blew up in missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left
I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places Wonderin' where they all disappeared
We all lead such elaborate lives Wild ambitions in our sights How an affair of the heart survives Days apart and hurried nights Seems quite unbelievable
Gray London mornin' Wet London streets Rain on the window Wind in the trees It's my time to write It's your time to call There's somethin' about distance
I took a long long walk by the river at a quiet peaceful talk with my Lord He found my heart heavy with troubles but our talk seemed to lighten my load