'm guessing between green and gray And I thought nothing of it but it still haunts him like a ghost With all eyes upon him except two that matter the most He says, "Green
Gray green - his baby?s eyes are gray green She closes them and sleep comes To carry her away He?s singing: noni, noni, noni Even though she?s long
Übersetzung: Nickel Creek. Green \u0026amp; Gray.
Голос тих, остался хрип Свет сквозь стены мягко постелил У ворот сидит старик Выход в рай условно сохранил Эмигрант увидел мир Overtime давно прошел
1: Растворился вечер темной ночью в бриллиантах звезд Все было так, как будто между прочим, было не всерьез. Возвращаясь как вода к истокам, падает с
Только бы не задержаться на пути, Не потерять себя… Утром штормовые небеса Пусть опять прорежет солнца свет. Ночь была холодной и нелёгок путь, Светила
А - эроплан. Шкуби-ду. Дам. Дам. На небольшом плаву в середине дня Плохо для него. Плохо для тебя. Я боюсь. Больше за тебя. Я потому што я. Потому што
: Also ich sage euch: Wer sagt das Nichts ware zu nichts nutze, der ist ein Nichtsnutz, der sich seiner Nichtigkeit unnutzerweise nicht bewusst ist.
plane home? Yes you, ran away, to catch the sun in California I'll stay the same, Under gray skies I'll come undone, And I know on holiday, The green green
mans die for it all our moms cry for it) Yo Blitz and "Jung" spit your life on it [Blitz's Verse] Red light, green light it's that nigga Blitz With that
gray But the battle still plays in his head He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks About the Shrapnel they left in his leg He puts on a gray
come Sunday, Be sixteen come Sunday." 3. "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss, Come and go with me, my honey, Take you where the grass grows green
: (Hayes - Johnsen) I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of gray on a green Christmas tree Won't mean
and the crooked street remain Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal Leave the acid kids in their green
keep the sun from being jealous like the moon While the husband holds his house He hates his children for being green when he is gray And his wife, she
that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below. I'll cut out my lovers tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green and we won'
sail away past the noise of the bay. Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day. Let's sail away to where the blues and greens swirl into gray
felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone. And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track. The women red, the money green
