Übersetzung: Marielle. D-ihr-down.
: Coro: Laudate dominum Laudate dominum Laudate dominum Voce: Forse fu all'ora terza forse alla nona cucito qualche giglio sul vestitino alla
: Maria: "Falegname col martello perche fai den den? Con la pialla su quel legno perche fai fren fren? Costruisci le stampelle per chi in guerra
: Hey hey hey hey!! 01 Eranjj 2 J, you know whay I'm saying Yo, 2003, Tchin! Enfin?..Bling ! C'est 01 Etranjj qui s'marie 27 ans d'experience to be fucked
: Intro: Makaveli Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should
: All day long All day long so alone All day long All day long so alone Won't you come and take me Lord Come and take me, take me home Lordy please
: Written by Moyet/Glenister Mary Mary don't keep me waiting There's not light enough to see and you know If I'm not there when he gets back home He
: He he hello Marie-Lou je suis en retard La route fut tres longue car il faisait noir Je t'en pris Marie-Lou faut pas m'en vouloir Mon cheval est fatiguer
: I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back..
: Come all you lads of high renown that will hear of a fair young maiden And she roved out on a summer's day for to view the soldier's parading They
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie
: These are the words of a frontier man Who lost his love when he turned bad. Take a message to Mary But don't tell here where I am Take a message to
: Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Long time ago in Bethlehem, so
: (John Durrill) She combs through her silver hair With a brush that isn't there As she looks into the mirror With the strangest stare She smears her
: (feat. McKnight Family Choir) Mary had a little baby, Born in Bethlehem Everytime the little baby cried She rocked him in a weary land Ain't that
: I got seven pictures of Buddha The prophet's on my tongue Eleven angels of mercy Sighin; over that black hole in the sun My heart's dark but it's risin
: Mary queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin' The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming Mary, my queen,
: Marie a deja oublie toutes les chansons de Noel, Mon Dieu qu?est-ce qu' elle a fait? Elle a deja peche! Qualcuno dice che gli elicotteri spaventano
