Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, My Michelle. Michelle, ma belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, Tres bien
: If you were hurt like i was before ladies turn up your radio cause i'm gonna sing this one for all yeah see like a pinner butter attitude talk about
She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah But they took her away Tossed
Sometimes I feel all alone I know it's such a strange feeling 'Cause I used to have so many friends The few I have left, I hold them close to my heart
(Musica y letra: Jordi Sanchez) Hoy me he puesto a pensar que es lo que tu tendras que me hace tan feliz. Es tu forma de mirar es tu modo de besar es
If you were hurt like I was before Ladies, go turn up your radio 'Cause I'ma sing this one for all, yeah See they complain about our attitude Talk about
We're the same We're the same way Dreaming, dreaming To reward the devil Let him know who you are And you reuse excuses Let him know who you are Dreaming
Oggi so? che un cercatore d?oro vuoi che attraversi per te fiumi e rapide e affronti le inquietudini del tuo io? leggero Oggi so? quanto mi affascina
We're the same. We're the same way. Dreaming, dreaming To reward the devil. Let him know who you are. And you reuse excuses. Let him know who you are
Übersetzung: Deftones. One Of These Days du wirst mich von vielen Dingen Break.
Übersetzung: Die Jarley Gharulla. Viele wollen mich umbringen.
Übersetzung: Viele. Ich habe nie etwas für jeden, der nicht für mich war, als Well Done.
Übersetzung: OBK. Lassen Sie mich essen.
: (Bricusse - Newley) Who can I turn to, when nobody needs me My heart wants to know, and so I must go Where destiny leads me With no star to guide
: Tous les jours tous les jours? Tous les jours tous les jours? Il faut gagner tous les jours il faut gagner Il faut courir tous les jours il faut courir
: Dejame ver como el viento se evapora se hace nube y luego llora como llueve en mi interior y quiero ver el camino de la gloria lo que lleva mi memoria
: Buscame, entre la hierba buena y te dare mi piel morena.. Beberas del agua de la miel.. Solo si tus ojos qieren ver Pierdete baliando entre mis