grilletto, Anna in mezzo al campo con i fagioli intorno Lei ride col fuoco, lei parla col piombo! Anna oh oh la mola gio il badil Anna oh oh ciapa
Hun ? sa hans kolde ojne Hun ? var sa skr?mt hun ikke skreg Han ? holdt hende fast selvom Hun ? blev ved at sige nej De siger at alt bliver bedre At
, Anna in mezzo al campo con i fagioli intorno Lei ride col fuoco, lei parla col piombo! Anna oh oh la mola gio il badil Anna oh oh ciapa scia'l
Übersetzung: David, Anna. The Little Girl.
: You were her only girl The most precious thing in her world And I know it makes you cry That you never got to say goodbye You were just running
: Me enloquece con una mirada al pasar, me seduce con solo rozar, es la duena de todos mis suenos y amor quien me llena de eterna pasion. Es mi fantasia
: Deep in my heart we both know that it's true that nothing from nothing means nothing i don't want a ine way love affair 'cos you know that ain't fair
: You've got me dancin' and cryin' Rollin' and flyin' Love don't let me go You got me drownin' in a river Cold and in fever Love don't let me go Don
: When you're looking at me in the mirror Tell me what you see Am I just a face in the magazines baby Is that how you want it to be Flesh and blood That
: God in Heaven hear my prayer For the suffering here below Of the innocent and pure And the many without hope. I am just a simple man Still believing
Pflaster Du bist Deutschrap, darauf schei? ich Kreuzberg 36 Sentence ich ficke deine Bitch auf meinem Schreibtisch Ich fick nach Alphabet Du bist erst bei Anna
I got a happy trigger finger And I know not to let it linger This moment is potent 'cause I'm feeling a transition From the city of tradition One action
Please forgive me if I act a little strange For I know not what I do Feels like lightning running through my veins Everytime I look at you Everytime I
(coverdale) Sit here crying, looking at the barroom floor I look on my glass like a crystal ball Oh, ladies with their velvet eyes, They look so sweet
You were her only girl The most precious thing in her world And I know it makes you cry That you never got to say goodbye You were just running out of
Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now Don't return to fields of green where
